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should have asked the other gentleman.    I chaffed and
talked for another half hour, and then left, being warmly in-
vited by both ladies to come again!
  As an instance of Mrs G�s ignorance I remember her, when
in conversation with the scoundrel Andreotti, pitying Julius
Caesar, as a �Poor young man! cut off in the prime of life!�
  4.  Monday.  To Brady�s.  Jerrolding.  Down town in the
afternoon � didn�t get $10.  Evening, called at Edwards�; at 14th
street (for my gloves, having left them overnight):    Mrs G �going
it� in the parlor: and in the 5th Avenue to see little Miss
Brooks, her brother, Pierce, having given me her address, and
informing me that she was in town, temporarily staying with her
uncle.         The little girl looked just as usual, was sitting talking,
with (I think)   the cousin whom she jilted for Leslie!!!   Her
younger brother and another lady were present.    Stayed about
twenty minutes.                To a certain extent, Mrs Potter was an-
swerable for the Leslie business, she having praised him to the
old lady, Mrs Brooks, as a young man of excellent moral character
and quite wealthy. This is an orthodox boarding-house dodge.  Had Leslie been a clerk 
at a salary of $8
or $10 a week, the little girl would never have troubled him.  She
wanted to get married � and that�s all about it.       It�s a very common
reason with young ladies.     Leslie esteems himself quite a favorite
among the girls,� half knowing that his wealth is the cause.  But he
has such an ingrained reverence for money, that he always can�t separate
himself, personally, from his dollars: hence he is thick witted
enough to consider the popularity purchased by them as great
a compliment as any pond to himself, individually.
  5.  Tuesday.  To Bradys, where I met Davis, the ex-sailor
and carver and gilder.    He told me that his wife �was dead               
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