Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady — Volume 7 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 381 pages of information about Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady — Volume 7.

God send me good news of your health, of your ability to write; and then I will chide you—­indeed I will—­as I never yet did chide you.

I suppose your excuse will be, that the subject required consideration—­ Lord! my dear, so it might; but you have so right a mind, and the matter in question is so obvious, that you could not want half an hour to determine.—­Then you intended, probably, to wait Collins’s call for your letter as on to-morrow!—­Suppose something were to happen, as it did on Friday, that he should not be able to go to town to-morrow?—­How, child, could you serve me so!—­I know not how to leave off scolding you!

Dear, honest Collins, make haste:  he will:  he will.  He sets out, and travels all night:  for I have told him, that the dearest friend I have in the world has it in her own choice to be happy, and to make me so; and that the letter he will bring from her will assure it to me.

I have ordered him to go directly (without stopping at the Saracen’s-head-inn) to you at your lodgings.  Matters are now in so good a way, that he safely may.

Your expected letter is ready written I hope:  if it can be not, he will call for it at your hour.

You can’t be so happy as you deserve to be:  but I doubt not that you will be as happy as you can; that is, that you will choose to put yourself instantly into Lady Betty’s protection.  If you would not have the wretch for your own sake; have him you must, for mine, for your family’s, for your honour’s, sake!—­Dear, honest Collins, make haste! make haste! and relieve the impatient heart of my beloved’s

Ever faithful, ever affectionate,
Anna Howe.


Miss Howe, to miss Charlotte Montague
Tuesday MornJuly 18.


I take the liberty to write to you, by this special messenger.  In the phrensy of my soul I write to you, to demand of you, and of any of your family who can tell news of my beloved friend, who, I doubt, has been spirited away by the base arts of one of the blackest—­O help me to a name black enough to call him by!  Her piety is proof against self-attempts.  It must, it must be he, the only wretch, who could injure such an innocent; and now—­who knows what he has done with her!

If I have patience, I will give you the occasion of this distracted vehemence.

I wrote to her the very moment you and your sister left me.  But being unable to procure a special messenger, as I intended, was forced to send by the post.  I urged her, [you know I promised that I would:  I urged her,] with earnestness, to comply with the desires of all your family.  Having no answer, I wrote again on Sunday night; and sent it by a particular hand, who travelled all night; chiding her for keeping a heart so impatient as mine in such cruel suspense, upon a matter of so much importance to her, and therefore to me.  And very angry I was with her in my mind.

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