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1737, February, 10th

I am writing this fireside in our boudoir.

I finally saw Monsieur Martin this evening. Whenever he looks as me I feel as though the floor has tilted and I am unable to keep my balance. I could not help but stare though tried not to make eye contact whenever he looked at me. He's unnerving so I ate dinner quickly and excused myself, feigning a headache.

I must note that I swear Andreas barely touched either the soup or the hot bread. François could not get enough to eat or thank me enough for his meal. I promised myself to remain here. I can’t bear to be near Andreas. It’s a combination of curiosity and pure desire.

He’s a total stranger who stirs me and fills my mind with thoughts that make me blush. I want to go to him but I cannot, so, its best that I stay confined to my room. Philippe has been a wonderful host, entertaining our two guests.

Meanwhile it continues to snow...