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She gave me to understand this was an awful place the people told such terrible lies. They had reported she was married and she lifted her hands in perfect horror. The other morning a tall green looking fellow came in without ceremony. "Well Rosa I have got a pint bottle here somewhere" was his salutation I could hardly suppress my risibilities. I do not know how he knew my name, but doubtless I have been the subject of conversation for some time. This Walsingham is a strange place I hardly know sometimes whether to laugh or cry but I generally laugh. I must cease scribbling for the present for my household duties claim my attention. March 8th Sunday night. It is two weeks