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 it my fault, if, notwithstanding the years I have passed, and the misfortunes I have suffered, I still preserve the illusions of a soul characterised by sensibility? It is for you I write; I imagine I am peaking to you, that you are listening to my history, filled as it is with tiresome repetitions, with that sweetcomplacencysweet complacency [sic] which renders you so dear to your friends and valuable to society. Alas! it is with the deepest regret I tear myself from the agreeable chimera.

But to resume my subject:

I was informed that an elderly lady wished to see my apartments, and that she was waiting there for me. It has ever been my principle to express the