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Monday, July 17, Eleven at Night Curse upon thy hard heart, thou vile caitiff! How hast thou tortured me, by thy designed abruption! 'tis impossible that Miss Harlowe should have ever suffered as thou hast made me suffer, and as I now suffer!
That sex is made to bear pain. It is a curse that the first of it entailed upon all her daughters, when she brought the curse upon us all. And they love those best, whether man or child, who give them most -- But to stretch upon thy d -- -- -d tenterhooks such a spirit as mine -- No rack, no torture, can equal my torture!