SUNDAY, FOUR IN THE AFTERNOON.

My letter is not yet taken away--If he should not send for it, or take

it, or come hither on my not meeting him to-morrow, in doubt of what

may have befallen me, what shall I do! Why had I any concerns with this

sex!--I, that was so happy till I knew this man!

I dined in the ivy summer-house. My request to do so, was complied with

at the first word. To shew I meant nothing, I went again into the house

with Betty, as soon as I had dined. I thought it was not amiss to ask

this liberty; the weather seemed to be set in fine. Who knows what

Tuesday or Wednesday may produce?

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