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pg 030Friday.8.th. December. 1843.
A snow storm, that is the remains of one.

The children went to school in a slay [sic].
I amused my.self with domestic affairs.
Was surprised by the arrival of Mr & Mrs Cantine,
who dined with us, and left in the snow storm
for Stone Ridge.
The walking wretched, I took Charlottes feather to
the dressers but should not have ventured out unless
to oblige her.
Spoke with unadvised lips this morning, incurring
thereby the displeasure of “mon mari”. My last address
to Simon [one of three of Julia’s house servants], on any subject .

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