I declare I cannot rest anywhere; my mind is troubled by a thousand
cares, thinking how to contrive, both indoors and out, so as to
frustrate the attempts of this coxcomb. With what assurance the
traitress stood the sight of me She is not a whit moved by all that
she has done, and though she has brought me within an inch of the
grave, one could swear, to look at her, that she had no hand in it.
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