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Sunday Morning, April 9
Honnered Sir, I must confesse I am infinitely obliged to your Honner's bounty. But this last command! -- It seems so intricket! Lord be merciful to me, how have I been led from littel stepps to grate stepps! -- And if I should be found out! -- But your Honner says you will take me into your Honner's sarvise, and protect me, if as I should at any time be found out; and raise my wages besides; or set me upp in a good inne; which is my ambishion. And you will be honnerable and kind to my dearest young lady, God love her.