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to stay there, on account of ���         He, with his �wife,� board
in rather an out of the way place in Hoboken.     I saw her
for the first time.   She is fair in complexion, tallish in stature,
and plump in figure. She�s evidently fond of him, but I think
her nature�s no very deep one.  She has that air of petted, half-
spoiled child-womanishness so common in Yankee females.  She
said very little, seemed to have no thought of grave consciousness of
her position, and be very well content with the exchange of an
obnoxious husband for an agreable lover.     I believe she feels
no jot of moral degradation, and like mine out of every ten of
the women you meet here would only become conscious of it through
the medium of suffering.     She is, I think about to become a mot-
her also.               Alf was very cordial, and evidently believes in her,
though there may be an undercurrent of conscience telling him that
good front will scarcely grow from so bad a root.     I supped
with them in the basement, with other boarders, & afterwards as-
cended to an upper room.   They live, under his own name, as
man and wife.     We had almonds & raisins, and grog, and Alf
read to us, she seated in a rocking chair, at a little distance off,
and, as before said saying mighty little.         By 9 1/2 left,
through the dusky, chill Hoboken streets, and over to the black river
to New York, at the upper part of which a great fire was visible.
   ��� Ah, well!   My chill little room, (with future hopes of Han-
nah to wife, and such a home as I�ll then make,) is better than
that Hoboken one!
  9 8. Tuesday.  Writing.  A letter from Damoreau & note from
John Brougham.  To the Mercantile all the afternoon.  Dropped in               
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