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Tuesday, March 7 / By my last deposit, you will see how I am driven, and what a poor prisoner I am.
-- No regard had to my reputation. The whole matter is now before you. Can such measures be supposed to soften? -- But surely they can only mean to try and frighten me into my brother's views! -- All my hope is, to be able to weather this point till my cousin Morden comes from Florence; and he is soon expected: yet, if they are determined upon a short day, I doubt he will not be here in time enough to save me.