Dearest Diary,
I am eager to speak to you this evening of a matter quite out of my hands. It is no secret, dear Diary, that I have not been quite enthusiastic these past few days, but I do wish to inform you that much has taken place. I continue to receive correspondence from a Mr. Evans from the village in which I grew up. I do find him to be a handsome gentlemen although quite, as yet, unknown to me. And as I have appealed to you on numerous occasions for an introduction, I have received an offer of suchan introduction just this afternoon. Whether or not I should accept the offer is a different matter altogether, but I am delighted that one has heeded my occasional urging. If in fact such an introduction takes place, I vowed that I should not deny the invitation. I do not believe that an answer will be necessary however. It seems as though the idea will be quickly cast aside, and in the case that it is, let me urge you once again to consider offering an introduction. For there are far too gentlemen in my profession and even fewer that seem to frequent the local parish. Nevertheless, I do recall feeling encouraged at yesterday's services. Perhaps there is hope for tomorrow...
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