Monday Morning.
I am compelled at laſt to ſay that you treat me ungenerouſly. I agree with you, that
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But let the obliquity now fall on me.—I fear neither poverty nor infamy. I am unequal to the taſk of writing—and explanations are not neceſſary.
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