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My friend, who had a thorough dependance upon the authenticity of my
relation without any EMBELLISHMENT, as FALSEHOOD or FICTION is too
gently called, laughed a good deal at this representation of himself.
On Wednesday, March 18,* I arrived in London, and was informed by good
Mr. Francis that his master was better, and was gone to Mr. Thrale's at
Streatham, to which place I wrote to him, begging to know when he would
be in town. He was not expected for some time; but next day having
called on Dr. Taylor, in Dean's-yard, Westminster, I found him there,
and was told he had come to town for a few hours. He met me with his
usual kindness, but instantly returned to the writing of something
on which he was employed when I came in, and on which he seemed much
intent. Finding him thus engaged, I made my visit very short.
* 1778.
On Friday, March 20, I found him at his own house, sitting with Mrs.
Williams, and was informed that the room formerly allotted to me was now
appropriated to a charitable purpose; Mrs.
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