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Thursday Morn., March 9 / I have another letter from Mr. Lovelace, although I had not answered his former.
This man, somehow or other, knows everything that passes in our family. My confinement; Hanna's dismission; and more of the resentments and resolutions of my father, uncles, and brother, than I can possibly know, and almost as soon as the things happen, which he tells me of. He cannot come at these intelligencies fairly.