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.

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.

She would have flung from him.  But, detaining her hand—­Less severe, dear Madam, said he, be less severe in this place, I beseech you.  You will allow, that a very faulty person may see his errors; and when he does, and owns them, and repents, should he not be treated mercifully?

Your air, Sir, seems not to be that of a penitent.  But the place may as properly excuse this subject, as what you call my severity.

But, dearest Madam, permit me to say, that I hope for your interest with your charming daughter (was his syncophant word) to have it put in my power to convince all the world that there never was a truer penitent.  And why, why this anger, dear Madam, (for she struggled to get her hand out of his,) these violent airs—­so maidenly! [impudent fellow!]—­May I not ask, if Miss Howe be here?

She would not have been here, replied my mother, had she known whom she had been to see.

And is she here, then?—­Thank Heaven!—­he disengaged her hand, and stept forward into company.

Dear Miss Lloyd, said he, with an air, (taking her hand as he quitted my mother’s,) tell me, tell me, is Miss Arabella Harlowe here?  Or will she be here?  I was informed she would—­and this, and the opportunity of paying my compliments to your friend Miss Howe, were great inducements with me to attend the Colonel.

Superlative assurance! was it not, my dear?

Miss Arabella Harlowe, excuse me, Sir, said Miss Lloyd, would be very little inclined to meet you here, or any where else.

Perhaps so, my dear Miss Lloyd:  but, perhaps, for that very reason, I am more desirous to see her.

Miss Harlowe, Sir, and Miss Biddulph, with a threatening air, will hardly be here without her brother.  I imagine, if one comes, both will come.

Heaven grant they both may! said the wretch.  Nothing, Miss Biddulph, shall begin from me to disturb this assembly, I assure you, if they do.  One calm half-hour’s conversation with that brother and sister, would be a most fortunate opportunity to me, in presence of the Colonel and his lady, or whom else they should choose.

Then, turning round, as if desirous to find out the one or the other, he ’spied me, and with a very low bow, approached me.

I was all in a flutter, you may suppose.  He would have taken my hand.  I refused it, all glowing with indignation:  every body’s eyes upon us.

I went down from him to the other end of the room, and sat down, as I thought, out of his hated sight; but presently I heard his odious voice, whispering, behind my chair, (he leaning upon the back of it, with impudent unconcern,) Charming Miss Howe! looking over my shoulder:  one request—­[I started up from my seat; but could hardly stand neither, for very indignation]—­O this sweet, but becoming disdain! whispered on the insufferable creature—­I am sorry to give you all this emotion:  but either here, or at your own house, let me entreat from you one quarter of an hour’s audience.—­I beseech you, Madam, but one quarter of an hour, in any of the adjoining apartments.

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