Poor A- did not go to Cliff Hill this afternoon – persuaded her not to walk. She said it was washing day – John Booth could not go and besides, riding so slow starved her. She would do accounts, but I found her eyes red as if her time had been spent in crying. All right with me, but how terrible. What can it end in?

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