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Nov. 4: preserved in my journey, and in a dangerous fall on the priory planks. blessed by god. there was one with me had no hurt. I was bruised. I had a thought, lord why fell this arrow not on him. lord it was thy pleasure. perhaps I had more sense of the mercy. perhaps to abate pride. I was not better than he. why should god look on me(,) mercy his own he may bestow it where he pleases.