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075_Page 73Monday. 21. st. November. 1842.

Cold Still, but more moderate, than yesterday.

I went to the store with Louis, had his Cap enlarged, or rather untied. We rode down, but walked home. I thanked Mr Lockwood, for the “barrel of beer”, he sent me, forgot to invite him to come up and taste it. The Dr went home to day. Maria dined with us. I lent [sic] her my silk muff.

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