Tuesday 23 August 1664 Lay long talking with my wife, and angry awhile about her desiring to have a French mayde all of a sudden, which I took to arise from yesterday’s being with her mother. But that went over and friends again, and so she be well qualitied, I care not much whether she be French or no, so a Protestant. Here is a curious prejudice highlighted in the simple act of protesting...
Poison dust – preparation for guests – finished my talk!
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