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the fiat of fate, emphatically assures me, that grief has a firm hold of my heart.
God bless you!
Yours sincerely
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LETTER XLII.
—, Wednesday, Two o'Clock.
We arrived here about an hour ago. I am extremely fatigued with the child, who would not rest quiet with any body but me, during the night—and now we are here in a comfortless, damp room, in a sort of a tomb-like house. This however I shall quickly
remedy,