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 at first, yet, I think, she took her characters
 of me, from you:  And, at what time soe-
 ver she thought best of me in her life, I am
 better then that, for my goodnesse is my
 thankfulnesse, and I am every day fuller of
 that then before, to her Lap.  I say nothing
 to you of forein names in this Letter, be-
 cause your son Sir Francis is here.  For that
 which you write concerning your son, I
 onely gave my man Martin in charge, to
 use his interest in the Keeper, that your son
 should fall under no wants there, which
 it seems your son discharged, for I hear not
 of them.  For other trifles, I bad my man let
 him have whatsoever he asked, so, as it
 might seem to come from him, and not
 me; and laying that look upon it, it came
 to almost nothing.  Tell both your daugh-
 ters a peece of a storie of my Con. which
 may accustome them to endure disappoint-
 ments in this world: An honourable per-
 son (whose name I give you in a schedule
 to burn, lest this Letter should be mis-laid)
 had an intention to give her one of his sons,
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