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To Emily herself, Lord's love was "Improbable." It would have been unthinkable in her father's lifetime: his carefully protected daughter permitting such license, and with his old friend. The voice of judgment, "I say unto you" thundering through the startled air at morning prayers, had cleansed impurities from the minds of Edward Dickinson's listeners. As Emily put it humorously, "Fumigation