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_[London, Nov. 1795] Monday Morning._ I am compelled at last to say that you treat me ungenerously. I agree with you, that * * * * * But let the obliquity now fall on me.--I fear neither poverty nor infamy. I am unequal to the task of writing--and explanations are not necessary. * * * * * My child may have to blush for her mother's want of prudence--and may lament that the rectitude of my heart made me above vulgar precautions; but she shall not despise …