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the pictures he had drawn of his misery & of the vexations he must suffer, -- had killed the sensibility, the delicacy, I could almost say the jealousy of my love. --I had so long lived upon the hope of seeing him happy thro' my means, -- that when I found this a dream, --I was driven, from a sort of necessity, to live upon the underline approbation /underline of others.--

Tho' the substance of the action was wrong the manner seemed to change its nature & render it brilliant & Enchanting; -- She did imprudent things without assumption & arrogance, --& what in another would have been beyond Endurance seemed in her an Emanation of the purest artlessness & innocence