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Text for Page 043 [02-24-1852]

              beleives nothing � save a frightful egotistic
fancy that hereafter must be happy for her,
as she deserves it.          It�s no liking for
social pleasure that bids her summon visitors
round her � sheer vanity.    She�ll talk
one dead.   She�ll tell the same incident in
the same words fifty times.   She�ll utter
the tritest trash with the air of inspiration.
She loves nobody in the world.  Were her
daughter to die tomorrow she�d play solemnity
with the best effect, and derive an importance
and pleasure from it.      She�s full of
spites and infinitesimal hates.  
Her vanity can never forgive.    She will
compare herself with Lady Macbeth or Gulnare
and see no absurdity in it �
I wonder what my Mother would think               
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