Monday, February 23 1761

We dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner… My conscience extreme troublesome. Oh, for one rash and inconsiderate action have I hours of pain and that of the most tormenting this world can afford! …[40 words omitted]… My wife, I hope, something better. In the evening, wrote my London letters.

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