Last night she had pain in her stomach – gave her a tablespoonful of sheer brandy. She turned to me and had a goodish kiss. I heard her crying afterwards. I feigned sleep and talked – said distinctly ‘the receipt, you see, is of no use to him’ (and William Priestley against her aunt) – this caught her attention and I think helped to stop the hysteric tears and she fell asleep.

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