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[[underlined]]July 23d 1895.[[/underlined]]
I find myself thinking of Mr S. all the time. I don't really care for him so I wish I did not think of him so much, it worries me. It annoys me too because I don't want to think of him. When he does not come to see me I find myself wondering why it is. When I dress for the beach I wonder if he will be there, and just the same I don't care for him. It bothers me, I am afraid to tell the truth that I care more than I think I do. I wont care. There. Remember. Now he has been here since

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[[underlined]]July 28th.[[/underlined]]
Thursday W. Whitehouse, B. Sands called, missed them. Friday dined at Port's. B. Sands present asked if he might come next day. Came. That night sent sweet peas.

[[underlined]]August 1st.[[/underlined]]
Mr Andrews has begun again. He wants me to walk with him, he wants me to ride with him. I feel a great deal surer of myself when I am with him than I used to. I mean more men have talked to me as he does since last year. Mr Stewart wants me to ride with him.
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