Mary Wollstonecraft Quotes

I write in a hurry, because the little one, who has been sleeping a long time, begins to call for me. Poor thing! when I am sad, I lament that all my affections grow on me, till they become too strong for my peace, though they all afford me snatches of exquisite enjoyment.
Mary Wollstonecraft
Mary Wollstonecraft

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