Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 3/Letter 41
LETTER XLI.
Wednesday.
I inclose you the letter, which you desired me to forward, and I am tempted very laconically to wish you a good morning—not because I am angry, or have nothing to say; but to keep down a wounded spirit.—I shall make every effort to calm my mind—yet a strong conviction seems to whirl round in the very centre of my brain, which, like the fiat of fate, emphatically assures me, that grief has a firm hold of my heart.
God bless you!
Yours sincerely
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