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The Laws Of Custom Make Our [returning A Visit] Necessary. O How I Hate This Vile Custom Which Obliges Us To Make Slaves Of Ourselves! To Sell The Most Precious Property We Boast, Our Time;--and To Sacrifice It To Every Prattling Impertinent Who Chooses To Demand It!

Tired, Ashamed, And Mortified, I Begged To Sit Down Till We Returned Home, Which I Did Soon After. Lord Orville Did Me The Honour To Hand Me To The Coach, Talking All The Way Of The Honour I Had Done Him ! O These Fashionable People!

To Save The Mind From Preying Inwardly Upon Itself, It Must Be Encouraged To Some Outward Pursuit.

Never Shall I Recollect The Occasion He Gave Me Of Displeasure, Without Feeling It Renewed.

O, We All Acknowledge Our Faults, Now; 'tis The Mode Of The Day: But The Acknowledgment Passes For Current Payment; And Therefore We Never Amend Them.