o delicate, heeding no censures;
yet, probably afraid of being laid hold of by a Lovelace in every one she
saw! At the same time, not knowing to what dangers she was about to
expose herself; nor of whom she could obtain shelter; a stranger to the
town, and to all its ways; the afternoon far gone: but little money; and
no clothes but those she had on!

It is impossible, in this little interval since last night, that Miss
Howe's Townsend could be co-operating.

But how she must abhor me to run all these risques; how heartily she must
detest me for my freedoms of last night! Oh! that I had given her
greater reason for a resentment so violent!--As to her virtue, I am too
much enraged to give her the merit due to that. To virtue it cannot be
owing that she should fly from the charming prospects that were before
her; but to malice, hatred, contempt, Harlowe pride, (the worst of
pride,) and to all the deadly passions that ever reigned in a female
breast--and if I can but recover her--But be still, be calm, be hushed,
my stormy passions; for is it not Clarissa [Harlowe must I say?] that
thus far I rave against?

'The fellow heard her say, drive fast! very fast! Where, Madam? To
Holborn-bars, answered she; repeating, Drive very fast!--And up she
pulled both the windows: and he lost sight of the coach in a minute.

'Will., as soon as he had this intelligence, speeded away in hopes to
trace her out; declaring, that he would never think of seeing me, till he
had heard some tidings of his lady.'

And now, Belford, all my hope is, that this fellow (who attended us in
our airing to Hampstead, to Highgate, to Muswell-hill, to Kentish-town)
will hear of her at some one or other of those places. And on this I the
rather build, as I remember she was once, after our return, very
inquisitive about the stages, and their prices; praising the conveniency
to passengers in their going off every hour; and this in Will.'s hearing,
who was then in attendance. Woe be to the villain, if he recollect not
this!

***

I have been traversing her room, meditating, or taking up every thing she
but touched or used: the glass she dressed at, I was ready to break, for
not giving me the personal image it was wont to reflect of her, whose
idea is for ever present with me. I call for her, now in the tenderest,
now in the most reproachful terms, as if within hearing: wanting her, I
want my own soul, at least every thing dear to it. What a voi