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The Diary of a Nobody
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George Grossmith Weedon Grossmith
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APRIL
16.—
After
business,
set
to
work
in
the
garden.
When
it
got
dark
I
wrote
to
Cummings
and
Gowing
(who
neither
called,
for
a
wonder;
perhaps
they
were
ashamed
of
themselves)
about
yesterday’s
adventure
at
“The
Cow
and
Hedge.”
Afterwards
made
up
my
mind
not
to
write
yet.
APRIL
17.—
Thought
I
would
write
a
kind
little
note
to
Gowing
and
Cummings
about
last
Sunday,
and
warning
them
against
Mr.
Stillbrook.
Afterwards,
thinking
the
matter
over,
tore
up
the
letters
and
determined
not
to
write
at
all,
but
to
speak
quietly
to
them.
Dumfounded
at
receiving
a
sharp
letter
from
Cummings,
saying
that
both
he
and
Gowing
had
been
waiting
for
an
explanation
of
my
(mind
you,
MY)
extraordinary
conduct
coming
home
on
Sunday.
At
last
I
wrote:
“I
thought
I
was
the
aggrieved
party;
but
as
I
freely
forgive
you,
you—
feeling
yourself
aggrieved—
should
bestow
forgiveness
on
me.”
I
have
copied
this
verbatim
in
the
diary,
because
I
think
it
is
one
of
the
most
perfect
and
thoughtful
sentences
I
have
ever
written.
I
posted
the
letter,
but
in
my
own
heart
I
felt
I
was
actually
apologising
for
having
been
insulted.
APRIL
18.—
Am
in
for
a
cold.
Spent
the
whole
day
at
the
office
sneezing.
In
the
evening,
the
cold
being
intolerable,
sent
Sarah
out
for
a
bottle
of
Kinahan.
Fell
asleep
in
the
arm-chair,
and
woke
with
the
shivers.
Was
startled
by
a
loud
knock
at
the
front
door.
Carrie
awfully
flurried.
Sarah
still
out,
so
went
up,
opened
the
door,
and
found
it
was
only
Cummings.
Remembered
the
grocer’s
boy
had
again
broken
the
side-bell.
Cummings
squeezed
my
hand,
and
said:
“I’ve
just
seen
Gowing.
All
right.
Say
no
more
about
it.”
There
is
no
doubt
they
are
both
under
the
impression
I
have
apologised.
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