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the love of a madman, particularly when it does not meet with a return, is not a thing to be laughed at. One evening he grew quite outrageous, & I really feared lest his passion should have soon fatal effect. Now as I never sought for his admiration, or laid myself out for it, it was rather hard upon me that I should undergo such persecution. At last Lady Kinnaird & Mrs. Arbuthnot beat into the wretch's head, that in England, attention from a married man was looked upon as an insult, & he consented to let me alone in Public, provided he might be allowed to visited me every day. To this of course we objected, & at last the monster in a fit of despair, quitted Paris & restored me to Freedom by his departure. This is one of my adventures. I have some others that I cannot write, but will tell you when we meet.

Yours affly. S F C