Friday.--Julia is here, and so kind! She has not mentioned his name, but she sighed so deeply when she saw my pale and sunken countenance, that I threw myself into her arms and cried like a child. We had no need of other explanation: those tears spoke at once my confession and my repentance. No letter from him for several days! Surely he is not ill! how miserable that thought makes me! Saturday.--A note has just been brought me from him. He is come back-here! Good heavens! how very imprudent! I am so agitated that I can write no more.…
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