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On the whole I have not known many men more unfortunate than John Throckmorton, who, but for “Old Hell’s Delight,” would have encountered little obstacle to the pursuit of prosperity and happiness.
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Watterson reflects on the misfortunes of a man whose life was complicated by a woman's obsession.
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