I must hide it from Jonathan, for if he knew that I had been crying twice in one morning⁠—I, who never cried on my own account, and whom he has never caused to shed a tear⁠—the dear fellow would fret his heart out. I shall put a bold face on, and if I do feel weepy, he shall never see it. I suppose it is one of the lessons that we poor women have to learn.⁠ ⁠…

I can’t quite remember how I fell asleep last night. I remember hearing the sudden barking of the dogs and a lot of queer sounds, like praying on a very tumultuous scale, from

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