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The Duchess of Ormonde promised me her picture, and coming home to-night I found hers and the Duke's both in my chamber. Was not that a pretty civil surprise? Yes, and they are in fine gilded frames too. I am writing her a letter to thank her, which I will send to-morrow morning. I will tell her she is such a prude that she will not let so much as her picture be alone in a room with a man unless the duke's be with it.
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