lifted up, as well as hands, and these folded, depreciating, I suppose,
that gloomy tyrant's curse.

I could not help being moved.

My dearest life! admit me to your presence but for two minutes, and
confirm your promised pardon; and may lightning blast me on the spot, if
I offer any thing but my penitence, at a shrine so sacred!--I will
afterwards leave you for a whole day; till to-morrow morning; and then
attend you with writings, all ready to sign, a license obtained, or if it
cannot, a minister without one. This once believe me! When you see the
reality of the danger that gave occasion for this your unhappy
resentment, you will think less hardly of me. And let me beseech you to
perform a promise on which I made a reliance not altogether ungenerous.

I cannot see you! Would to Heaven I never had! If I write, that's all I
can do.

Let your writing then, my dearest life, confirm your promise: and I will
withdraw in expectation of it.

PAST ELEVEN O'CLOCK.

She rung her bell for Dorcas; and, with her door in her hand, only half
opened, gave her a billet for me.

How did the dear creature look, Dorcas?

She was dressed. She turned her face quite from me; and sighed, as if
her heart would break.

Sweet creature:--I kissed the wet wafer, and drew it from the paper with
my breath.

These are the contents.--No inscriptive Sir! No Mr. Lovelace!

I cannot see you: nor will I, if I can help it. Words cannot express the
anguish of my sou on your baseness and ingratitude.

If the circumstances of things are such, that I can have no way for
reconciliation with those who would have been my natural protectors from
such outrages, but through you, [the only inducement I have to stay a
moment longer in your knowledge,] pen and ink must be, at present, the
only means of communication between us.

Vilest of men, and most detestable of plotters! how have I deserved from
you the shocking indignities--but no more--only for your own sake, wish
not, at least for a week to come, to see

The undeservedly injured and insulted
CLARISSA HARLOWE

***

So thou seest, nothing could have stood me in stead, but this plot of
Tomlinson and her uncle! To what a pretty pass, nevertheless, have I
brought myself!--Had Caesar been such a fool, he had never passed the
rubicon. But after he had passed it, had he retreated re infecta,
intimidated by a senatorial edict, what a pretty figure would he have
made in history!--I