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People :
Author : Mary Wollstonecraft
Text :
Brighthelmstone, Saturday, April 11.
Here we are, my love, and mean to set out early in the morning; and, if I can find you, I hope to dine with you to-morrow.—I shall drive to ———'s hotel, where ——— tells me you have been—and, if you have left it, I hope you will take care to be there to receive us.
I have brought with me Mr. ——'s little friend, and a girl whom I like to take care of our little darling—not on the way, for that fell to my share.—But why do I write about trifles?—or any thing?—Are we not to meet soon?—What does your heart say!
Yours truly
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I have weaned my ———, and she is now eating away at the white bread.
From : Gutenberg.org.
Chronology :
November 30, 1797 : Volume 1, Letter 39 -- Publication.
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