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Wednesday, March 29 / Madam,
It is with infinite regret that I think myself obliged, by pen and ink, to repeat my apprehension, that it is impossible for me ever to obtain a share in the affections of your beloved daughter. O that it were not too evident to everyone, as well as to myself, even to our very servants, that my love for her, and my assiduities, expose me rather to her scorn (forgive me, Madam, the hard word! ) than to the treatment due to a man whose proposals have met with your approbation, and who loves her above all the women in the world!