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THE HISTORY OF A YOUNG LADY:
THE MOST IMPORTANT CONCERNS
THE DISTRESSES THAT MAY ATTEND THE
IN RELATION TO MARRIAGE.
COMPLETE IN FOUR VOLUMES.
THE HISTORY OF CLARISSA HARLOWE.
| I hope she has had more rest Mr. Lovelace to John Belford, Esq.
than I have had. Soft and balmy,
' I hope, have been her slumbers, Thursday morning, eight o'clock. that she may meet me in tolerable HER chamber door has not yet temper. All sweetly blushing and been opened. I must not expect confounded -- 1 know how she will she will breakfast with me. Nor look! - But why should she, the dine with me, I doubt. A little sufferer, be ashamed, when I, the silly soul, what troubles does she trespasser, am not? make to herself by her over-nice-l But custom is a prodigious thing. ness! – All I have done to her, The women are told how much would have been looked upon as their blushes heighten their a frolic only, a romping-bout, and graces. They practise for them laughed off by nine parts in ten therefore: blushes come as readily of the sex accordingly. The more when they call for them, as their she makes of it, the more painful tears; age, that's it! While we to herself, as well as to me. men, taking blushes for a sign of
Why now, Jack, were it not guilt or sheepishness, are equally better, upon her own notions, that studious to suppress them. she seemed not so sensible as she will make herself to be, if she is By my troth, Jack, I am half very angry?
as much ashamed to see the woBut perhaps I am more afraid men below, as my fair one can be than I need. I believe I am. to see me. I have not yet opened From her over-niceness arises my my door, that I may not be obfear, more than from any extra- truded upon by them. ordinary reason for resentment. After all, what devils may one Next time, she may count herself make of the sex! To what a very happy, if she come off no height of — what shall I call it? worse.
— must those of it be arrived, The dear creature was so fright- who once loved a man with so ened, and so fatigued last night, much distinction, as both Polly no wonder she lies it out this and Sally loved me; and yet can morning.
have got so much above the pangs Clarissa. III,
of jealousy, so much above the A happy escape indeed, Jack! mortifying reflections that arise - For the fire had scorched the from dividing and sharing with window-board, singed the hangnew objects the affections of him ings, and burnt through the slitthey prefer to all others, as to deal lining of the window-jambs. wish for, and promote a competi- No answer, madam! – Am I torship in his love, and make not worthy of one word? — Is it their supreme delight consist in thus you keep your promise with reducing others to their level! - me? — Shall I not have the favour For thou canst not imagine, how of your company for two minutes even Sally Martin rejoiced last only for two minutes in the night in the thought that the dining-room? lady's hour was approaching. Hem! — And a deep sigh! –
Past ten o'clock. were all the answer. I NEVER longed in my life for Answer me but how you do! any thing with so much im- Answer me but that you are well! patience, as to see my charmer. Is this the forgiveness that was She has been stirring, it seems, the condition of my obedience? these two hours.
| Then, in a faintish, but angry Dorcas just now tapped at her voice, Begone from my door! door, to take her morning com- Wretch! inhuman, barbarous, and mands.
all that is base and treacherous ! She had none for her, was the — begone from my door! Nor answer.
tease thus a poor creature, enShe desired to know, if she titled to protection, not outrage. would not breakfast ?
I see, madam, how you keep A sullen and low-voiced negative your word with me - if a sudden received Dorcas.
impulse, the effects of an unI will go myself.
thought-of accident, cannot be
forgiven THREE different times tapped I Ở the dreadful weight of a at the door; but had no answer. father's curse, thus in the very
Permit me, dearest creature, letter of it to inquire after your health. As And then her voice dying away you have not been seen to-day, I in murmurs inarticulate, I looked am impatient to know how you through the key-hole, and saw
her on her knees, her face, though Not a word of answer; but a not towards me, lifted up, as well deep sigh, even to sobbing. as hands, and these folded, de
Let me beg of you, madam, to precating, I suppose, that gloomy accompany me up another pair tyrant's curse. of stairs — you'll rejoice to see I could not help being moved. what a happy escape we have all My dearest life! admit me to bad,
Jyour presence but fortwo minutes,
and confirm your promised par-) I Cannot see you: nor will I, if don; and may lightning blast me I can help it. Words cannot exon the spot, if I offer any thing press the anguish of my soul on but my penitence, at a shrine so your baseness and ingratitude. sacred! I will afterwards leave If the circumstances of things you for the whole day, and till are such, that I can have no to-morrow morning; and then way for reconciliation with those attend you with writings, all who would have been my natural ready to sign, a licence obtained, protectors from such outrages, or if it cannot, a minister without but through you, (the only inone. This once believe me! When ducement I can have to stay a you see the reality of the danger moment longer in your knowthat gave occasion for this your ledgel pen and ink must be, at unhappy resentment, you will present, the only means of comthink less hardly of me. And let munication between us. me beseech you to perform a pro- i Vilest of men and most detestmise on which I made a reliance able of plotters! how have I denot altogether ungenerous. served from you the shocking in
I cannot see you! Would to dignities - but no more — only Heaven I never had! If I write, for your own sake, wish not, at that's all I can do.
least for a week to come, to see Let your writing then, my The undeservedly injured dearest life, confirm your pro
and insulted mise: and I will withdraw in ex
CLARISSA HARLOWE. pectation of it.
1 So, thou seest, nothing could Past eleven o'clock. have stood me in stead, but this She rung the bell for Dorcas; plot of Tomlinson and her uncle! and, with her door in her hand, To what a pretty pass, nevertheonly half-opened gave her a billet less, have I brought myself! – for me.
Had Cæsar been such a fool, he How did the dear creature look, had never passed the Rubicon. Dorcas ?
But after he had passed it, had he She was dressed. She turned retreated re infecta, intimidated her face quite from me; and by a senatorial edict, what a sighed, as if her heart would pretty figure would he have made break.
in history! - I might have known, Sweet creature! — I kissed the that to attempt a robbery, and wet wafer, and drew it from the put a person in bodily fear, is as paper with my breath. . punishable as if the robbery had
These are the contents. – No been actually committed. inscriptive Sir! No Mr. Love- But not to see her for a week! lace!
Dear, pretty soul! how she anticipates me in every thing! The