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1786. Carta não autógrafa de Rosa Maria para o seu marido, Luís António Viana, marinho.

Autor(es) Rosa Maria      
Destinatário(s) Luís António Viana      
In English

Requests letter dictated by Rosa Maria, a working woman, to her husband, a sailor.

The author asks her husband to come back to Viana from Brazil because their daughter needs her father to look after her. She tells him the local news, which involve lots of obituaries. She herself and their daughter almost died from malaria. Their son died from smallpox. She tells him that if he comes back, there is someone who will lend him a boat for him to work.

Luís António Viana was already living in Brazil for thirteen years and married to Ana Francisca when his first wife sent him two letters from his local town in Portugal, Viana do Castelo. The letters carrier gave them to the wrong man, an Inquisition collaborator ("familiar") with the same name. When he was denounced, the defendant was not to be found since he was whaling at sea.

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