Friday

Friday 30th September 1811

Dear Diary,
I am unsure if it is due to the unseasonal warm weather or the constant anxiety I feel since Cain's revelation but today I have felt unwell.
I lay upon the chaise with the drapes drawn to shade me from the sun.
Mrs Crutchlow offered me a nibble of her soft, warm baps but I declined.
I feared the mastication would make me perspire more.

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