097_Page 95Sing.Sing. Saturday. 14.th. August. 1841.

A pleasant day, rather too warm at midday. Garret invited me to sail over to Hemstead, but I refused his offer. A day in the country hangs heavy on his hands. We walked out in the morning. I felt uneasy in the evening, but very foolishly, as a moments thought might have removed my fears. G. went to the village and stopped to read the papers. Mrs. Hale, and I sat up for him untill half past nine; a late hour in the country. He laughed at me on returning, and hoped I would learn to be more womanly.

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