Beginning to copy my letter to M- when [I] had a misgiving, so read it to A-. Wrong, considering my opinion of her – wondered at my telling her all about us! We had a crying and a scene. Mercy upon me that I cannot even write a letter – I, who never was trammelled by anyone in my life. I said I had better not show her my letters at all – then she said that would be very unfair and cried. It is now eleven and my whole evening has been spent in talking her into reason – how terrible – who could guess or believe it. I must escape somehow or other.

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