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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 315 pages of information about Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady Volume 4.

LETTER I

Miss Clarissa Harlowe, to miss Howe
Wednesday afternoon, April 26.

At length, my dearest Miss Howe, I am in London, and in my new lodgings.  They are neatly furnished, and the situation, for the town, is pleasant.

But I think you must not ask me how I like the old gentlewoman.  Yet she seems courteous and obliging.—­Her kinswomen just appeared to welcome me at my alighting.  They seemed to be genteel young women.  But more of their aunt and them, as I shall see more.

Miss Sorlings has an uncle at Barnet, whom she found so very ill, that her uneasiness, on that account, (having large expectations from him,) made me comply with her desire to stay with him.  Yet I wished, as her uncle did not expect her, that she would see me settled in London; and Mr. Lovelace was still more earnest that she would, offering to send her back again in a day or two, and urging that her uncle’s malady threatened not a sudden change.  But leaving the matter to her choice, after she knew what would have been mine, she made me not the expected compliment.  Mr. Lovelace, however, made her a handsome present at parting.

His genteel spirit, on all occasions, makes he often wish him more consistent.

As soon as he arrived, I took possession of my apartment.  I shall make good use of the light closet in it, if I stay here any time.

One of his attendants returns in the morning to The Lawn; and I made writing to you by him an excuse for my retiring.

And now give me leave to chide you, my dearest friend, for your rash, and I hope revocable resolution not to make Mr. Hickman the happiest man in the world, while my happiness is in suspense.  Suppose I were to be unhappy, what, my dear, would this resolution of yours avail me?  Marriage is the highest state of friendship:  if happy, it lessens our cares, by dividing them, at the same time that it doubles our pleasures by a mutual participation.  Why, my dear, if you love me, will you not rather give another friend to one who has not two she is sure of?  Had you married on your mother’s last birth-day, as she would have had you, I should not, I dare say, have wanted a refuge; that would have saved me many mortifications, and much disgrace.

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Here I was broke in upon by Mr. Lovelace; introducing the widow leading in a kinswoman of her’s to attend me, if I approved of her, till my Hannah should come, or till I had provided myself with some other servant.  The widow gave her many good qualities; but said, that she had one great defect; which was, that she could not write, nor read writing; that part of her education having been neglected when she was young; but for discretion, fidelity, obligingness, she was not to be out-done by any body.  So commented her likewise for her skill at the needle.

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