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friends are real nice moral young gentleman.  And you have a great many friends and the only enemies you make are through not being able to accept all you lovers.  You will have a little disappointment soon, but nothing very big."

This was the substance of what she said.  There were lots of other little things but I have forgotten them as they are not worth putting down.
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January 31st 1895.

Marguerite Shepard, the youngest child of Papa's oldest sister died to-day, at seven o'clock this morning it was, of pneumonia.  She was taken sick only on Saturday, this is Thursday.  She is no more.  Its not two years since Mr Shepard died.  Life is sad.

February 14th 1895.

We were to have sailed to Europe on the [[Monania?]] on the 16th, to-day Cornelius
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