Dearest Diary,
Much has transpired since last we spoke, and yet it is not the sort of news for which we have waited these twenty months. In short, I remain that eligible maiden I have been for some time. In the time since I wrote to you last, I have found myself quite busy. I spent some time in the town of York and visited with the dearest of friends and her lovely daughters. I entertained guests in my own home as well in celebration of the fall harvest and visited a second time with a one Mr. Hicks. I have attended Synagogue and Mass, and have returned favourably to my own parrish as well. I bade farewell to friends who have traveled an unseemly distance, and I have developed envy toward their many favourable circumstances. I dined this evening in the company of family who entertained me with their knowledge of the day's literature and I sought clarity in the morning's sermon from the wisdom of my father. And while I have had a generally Happy disposition surrounding all such matters, I find I am not as such this evening. I hoped perhaps our meeting might make haste to change such a dreary countenance. We shall see, if not this evening, then perhaps on the morrow...
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