Friday Feb 3d.
Bro returned before breakfast: & our dearest Papa before twelve. I thought his face was grave when he kissed me—but fatigue & bad cold may have been the reasons of his gravity—
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persuaded him to go to bed; & he slept for three hours. In the evening he was quite cheerful. While he was asleep, I went on with my Prometheus.
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