Brushing my pelisse.

[A-] low again as before we went to York, but not worse than then.

All in tears and terrible but I manage her tolerably. She wished today she was under somebody’s care – thought she ought to be in a place of confinement, that she could do no more mischief – should bring misery on me and every[body] – ought to take up her cross etc. Her reason is very weak.

Took two teaspoonfuls of salts.

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