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158 walk home with me. I got rid of him however by saying I was going to walk with my cousin. He will - he won't - come in this afternoon, lets see. He won't. Good. Will any one? I don't think so, no one knows we are home. Let's see! They won't. I have been around to see Mabel Gerry. She is the same as ever, and says she thinks it be a gay season etc. This reminds me of last year when I used to sit here writing in the afternoon and the man used to come up and say [[end page]] [[start page]] Mr So-&-So was down stairs. A week ago Netta came, two weeks ago I was with Esther, three weeks ago with Mo. Next week I wonder who it will be? What does it matter - I am angry with myself. One person is as good as another. Nov. 26th 1894. Mr Andrews, The Snip came yesterday and stayed too and was worse in some ways, not as bad in others than he has ever been. Decidedly he has set to work