Clarissa, Volume 6 - The History Of A Young Lady
Clarissa, Volume 6 - The History Of A Young Lady
Clarissa, Volume 6 - The History Of A Young Lady
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<strong>Clarissa</strong>, <strong>Volume</strong> 6 − <strong>The</strong> <strong>History</strong> <strong>Of</strong> A <strong>Young</strong> <strong>Lady</strong> 139<br />
I have been misinformed, you say, as to my principal relations being at my uncle Harlowe's. <strong>The</strong> day, you say,<br />
was not kept. Nor have my brother and Mr. Solmes−−Astonishing!−−What complicated wickedness has this<br />
wretched man to answer for!−−Were I to tell you, you would hardly believe that there could have been such a<br />
heart in man.−−<br />
But one day you may know the whole story!−−At present I have neither inclination nor words−−O my<br />
bursting heart!−−Yet a happy, a wished relief!−−Were you present my tears would supply the rest!<br />
***<br />
I resume my pen!<br />
And so you fear no letter will be received from me. But DON'T grieve to tell me so! I expect every thing<br />
bad−−and such is my distress, that had you not bid me hope for mercy from the throne of mercy, I should<br />
have been afraid that my father's dreadful curse would be completed with regard to both worlds.<br />
For here, an additional misfortune!−−In a fit of phrensical heedlessness, I sent a letter to my beloved Miss<br />
Howe, without recollecting her private address; and it has fallen into her angry mother's hands: and so that<br />
dear friend perhaps has anew incurred displeasure on my account. And here too your worthy son is ill; and my<br />
poor Hannah, you think, cannot come to me−−O my dear Mrs. Norton, will you, can you censure those whose<br />
resentments against me Heaven seems to approve of? and will you acquit her whom that condemns?<br />
Yet you bid me not despond.−−I will not, if I can help it. And, indeed, most seasonable consolation has your<br />
kind letter afforded me.−−Yet to God Almighty do I appeal, to avenge my wrongs, and vindicate my<br />
inno−−−−<br />
But hushed be my stormy passions!−−Have I not but this moment said that your letter gave me<br />
consolation?−−May those be forgiven who hinder my father from forgiving me!−−and this, as to them, shall<br />
be the harshest thing that shall drop from my pen.<br />
But although your son should recover, I charge you, my dear Mrs. Norton, that you do not think of coming to<br />
me. I don't know still but your mediation with my mother (although at present your interposition would be so<br />
little attended to) may be of use to procure me the revocation of that most dreadful part of my father's curse,<br />
which only remains to be fulfilled. <strong>The</strong> voice of Nature must at last be heard in my favour, surely. It will only<br />
plead at first to my friends in the still conscious plaintiveness of a young and unhardened beggar. But it will<br />
grow more clamorous when I have the courage to be so, and shall demand, perhaps, the paternal protection<br />
from farther ruin; and that forgiveness, which those will be little entitled to expect, for their own faults, who<br />
shall interpose to have it refused to me, for an accidental, not a premeditated error: and which, but for them, I<br />
had never fallen into.<br />
But again, impatiency, founded perhaps on self−partiality, that strange misleader! prevails.<br />
Let me briefly say, that it is necessary to my present and future hopes that you keep well with my family. And<br />
moreover, should you come, I may be traced out by that means by the most abandoned of men. Say not then<br />
that you think you ought to come up to me, let it be taken as it will:−− For my sake, let me repeat, (were my<br />
foster−brother recovered, as I hope he is,) you must not come. Nor can I want your advice, while I can write,<br />
and you can answer me. And write I will as often as I stand in need of your counsel.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n the people I am now with seem to be both honest and humane: and there is in the same house a<br />
widow−lodger, of low fortunes, but of great merit:−−almost such another serious and good woman as the dear<br />
one to whom I am now writing; who has, as she says, given over all other thoughts of the world but such as<br />
should assist her to leave it happily. −−How suitable to my own views!−−<strong>The</strong>re seems to be a comfortable