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The Pilgrim's Pꝛogreſs
their names were Faint-heart, Miſtruſt, and Guilt, (three brothers) and they eſpying Little-faith wherehe was came galloping up with ſpeed : Now the good man was juſt awaked from his ſleep, and was getting up to go on
his Journey. Little-faith robbed by Faint-heart, Miſtruſt and Guilt. So they came all up to him, and with threatning Language bid him ſtand. At this, Little-faith lookt as white as a Clout, and had neither power to fight nor flie. Then ſaid Faint-heart, Deliver thy Purſe; but he making no haſte to do it, (for he was loth to loſe his Money,) Mistrust ran up to him, and thruſting his hand into his Pocket, pull'd out thence a bag of Silver. They got away his Silver, and knockt him down Then he cried away his out, Thieves, thieves. With that, Guilt with a great Club that was in his hand, ſtrook Little-Faith on the on the head, and with that blow fell'd him flat to the ground, were he lay bleeding as one that would bleed to death. All this while the Thieves ſtood by: But at laſt, they hearing that ſome were upon the Road, and fearing left it ſhould be one Great-grace that dwells in the City of Good-confidence, they betook themſelves to their heels, and left this good man to ſhift for
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