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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 308 pages of information about Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady Volume 8.

And so much, my beloved Miss Howe, for this subject now, and I dare say, for ever!

I will begin another letter by-and-by, and send both together.  Mean time, I am, &c.

LETTER XXXIII

MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE, TO MISS HOWE

[In this letter, the Lady acquaints Miss Howe with Mr. Brand’s report;
      with her sister’s proposals either that she will go abroad, or
      prosecute Mr. Lovelace.  She complains of the severe letters of
      her uncle Antony and her sister; but in milder terms than they
      deserved.

She sends her Dr. Lewen’s letter, and the copy of her answer to it.

She tells her of the difficulties she had been under to avoid seeing Mr.
      Lovelace.  She gives her the contents of the letter she wrote to
      him to divert him from his proposed visit:  she is afraid, she says,
      that it is a step that is not strictly right, if allegory or
      metaphor be not allowable to one in her circumstances.

She informs her of her cousin Morden’s arrival and readiness to take her
      part with her relations; of his designed interview with Mr.
      Lovelace; and tells her what her apprehensions are upon it.

She gives her the purport of the conversation between her aunt Hervey and
      Mrs. Norton.  And then add:]

But were they ever so favourably inclined to me now, what can they do for me?  I wish, and that for their sakes more than for my own, that they would yet relent—­but I am very ill—­I must drop my pen—­a sudden faintness overspreads my heart—­excuse my crooked writing!—­Adieu, my dear!—­Adieu!

THREE O’CLOCK, FRIDAY.

Once more I resume my pen.  I thought I had taken my last farewell to you.  I never was so very oddly affected:  something that seemed totally to overwhelm my faculties—­I don’t know how to describe it—­I believe I do amiss in writing so much, and taking too much upon me:  but an active mind, though clouded by bodily illness, cannot be idle.

I’ll see if the air, and a discontinued attention, will help me.  But, if it will not, don’t be concerned for me, my dear.  I shall be happy.  Nay, I am more so already than of late I thought I could ever be in this life.  —­Yet how this body clings!—­How it encumbers!

SEVEN O’CLOCK.

I could not send this letter away with so melancholy an ending, as you would have thought it.  So I deferred closing it, till I saw how I should be on my return from my airing:  and now I must say I am quite another thing:  so alert! that I could proceed with as much spirit as I began, and add more preachment to your lively subject, if I had not written more than enough upon it already.

I wish you would let me give you and Mr. Hickman joy.  Do, my dear.  I should take some to myself, if you would.

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