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now did the clouds hang black over Mansoul, nor to reason did
anything but ruin seem to attend it. Diabolus also quartered his
soldiers in the houses of the inhabitants of the town of Mansoul.
Yea, the subordinate preacher's house was as full of these
outlandish doubters as ever it could hold, and so was my Lord
Mayor's, and my Lord Willbewill's also. Yea, where was there a
corner, a cottage, a barn, or a hogstye, that now was not full of
these vermin? Yea, they turned the men of the town out of their
houses, and would lie in their beds, and sit at their tables
themselves. Ah, poor Mansoul! now thou feelest the fruits of sin,
yea, what venom was in the flattering words of Mr. Carnal-Security!
They made great havoc of whatever they laid their hands on; yea,
they fired the town in several places; many young children also
were by them dashed in pieces; and those that were yet unborn they
destroyed in their mothers' wombs: for you must needs think that
it could not now be otherwise; for what conscience, what pity, what
bowels of compassion can any expect at the hands of outlandish
doubters? Many in Mansoul that were women, both young and old,
they forced, ravished, and beastlike abused, so that they swooned,
miscarried, and many of them died, and so lay at the top of every
street, and in all by-places of the town.
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