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1868 Wednesday, August 19 Feeling the most curious this morning. Wondering how W. felt. Received a letter from him by Bernice I wonder how he will meet me this evening. Went shopping W. came while at Supper He froze me up completely Spent a most curious time which baffles all of my philosophy What was it? Was the [[snares?]] of his departed wife present unseen unwilling to give up her claim or what? Both of us were unlike our real selves 1868 Thursday, August 20. Woke early. Wondering whether to throw up the sponge or accept a loveless life or not. Felt as though W. could not love any one. A letter came from him today which restored [[?]] me. A real love letter.