Fie on these dealers in poison, say I: can they not keep to the old honest way of cutting throats, without introducing such abominable innovations fr… - Thomas De Quincey

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Fie on these dealers in poison, say I: can they not keep to the old honest way of cutting throats, without introducing such abominable innovations from Italy?

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Thomas Penson De Quincey (August 15, 1785 – December 8, 1859) was an English essayist and intellectual.

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I assured her that she would meet with immediate attention; and that English justice, which was no respecter of persons, would speedily and amply avenge her on the brutal ruffian who had plundered her little property. She promised me that she would; but she delayed taking steps the steps I pointed out from time to time: for she was timid and dejected to a degree which showed how deeply sorrow had taken hold of her young heart: and perhaps she thought justly that the most upright judge, and the most righteous tribunals, could do nothing to repair her heaviest wrongs.

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