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This self-acquittal, when spirits are lent me to dispel the darkness which at present too often over-clouds my mind, will, I hope, make me superior to all the calamities that can befal me. She had not. Who these pretended ladies are. So shall conclude with my prayers, that Heaven will direct and protect my dearest creature, and make your future days happy!

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