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LETTERS.
When I am dead, respect for yourself will make you take care of the child.
I write with difficulty—probably I shall never write to you again.—Adieu!
God bless you!
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LETTER LXXI.
Monday Morning.
I am compelled at last to say that you treat me ungenerously. I agree with you, that
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