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> 165<br />
* See Vol. V. Letter XX.<br />
Apprehensive for both our safeties from the villany of such a daring and profligate contriver, I must call upon<br />
you, my dear, to resolve upon taking legal vengeance of the infernal wretch. And this not only for our own<br />
sakes, but for the sakes of innocents who otherwise may yet be deluded and outraged by him.<br />
[She then gives the particulars of the report made by the young fellow whom she sent to Hampstead with her<br />
letter; and who supposed he had delivered it into her own hand;* and then proceeds:]<br />
* See Vol. VI. Letter VI.<br />
I am astonished, that the vile wretch, who could know nothing of the time my messenger, (whose honesty I<br />
can vouch for) would come, could have a creature ready to personate you! Strange, that the man should<br />
happen to arrive just as you were gone to church, (as I find was the fact, on comparing what he says with your<br />
hint that you were at church twice that day,) when he might have got to Mrs. Moore's two hours before!−−But<br />
had you told me, my dear, that the villain had found you out, and was about you!−−You should have done<br />
that−−yet I blame you upon a judgment founded on the event only!<br />
I never had any faith in the stories that go current among country girls, of specters, familiars, and demons; yet<br />
I see not any other way to account for this wretch's successful villany, and for his means of working up his<br />
specious delusions, but by supposing, (if he be not the devil himself,) that he has a familiar constantly at his<br />
elbow. Sometimes it seems to me that this familiar assumes the shape of that solemn villain Tomlinson:<br />
sometimes that of the execrable Sinclair, as he calls her: sometimes it is permitted to take that of <strong>Lady</strong> Betty<br />
Lawrance −−but, when it would assume the angelic shape and mien of my beloved friend, see what a bloated<br />
figure it made!<br />
'Tis my opinion, my dear, that you will be no longer safe where you are, than while the V. is in the country.<br />
Words are poor!−−or how could I execrate him! I have hardly any doubt that he has sold himself for a time.<br />
Oh! may the time be short!−−or may his infernal prompter no more keep covenant with him than he does with<br />
others!<br />
I enclose not only the rough draught of my long letter mentioned above, but the heads of that which the young<br />
fellow thought he delivered into your own hands at Hampstead. And when you have perused them, I will<br />
leave to you to judge how much reason I had to be surprised that you wrote me not an answer to either of<br />
those letters; one of which you owned you had received, (though it proved to be his forged one,) the other<br />
delivered into your own hands, as I was assured; and both of them of so much concern to your honour; and<br />
still now much more surprised I must be, when I received a letter from Mrs. Townsend, dated June 15, from<br />
Hampstead, importing, 'That Mr. Lovelace, who had been with you several days, had, on the Monday before,<br />
brought <strong>Lady</strong> Betty and his cousin, richly dressed, and in a coach−and−four, to visit you: who, with your own<br />
consent, had carried you to town with them−−to your former lodgings; where you still were: that the<br />
Hampstead women believed you to be married; and reflected upon me as a fomenter of differences between<br />
man and wife: that he himself was at Hampstead the day before; viz. Wednesday the 14th; and boasted of his<br />
happiness with you; inviting Mrs. Moore, Mrs. Bevis, and Miss Rawlins, to go to town, to visit his spouse;<br />
which they promised to do: that he declared that you were entirely reconciled to your former lodgings:−−and<br />
that, finally, the women at Hampstead told Mrs. Townsend, that he had very handsomely discharged theirs.'<br />
I own to you, my dear, that I was so much surprised and disgusted at these appearances against a conduct till<br />
then unexceptionable, that I was resolved to make myself as easy as I could, and wait till you should think fit<br />
to write to me. But I could rein−in my impatience but for a few days; and on the 20th of June I wrote a sharp<br />
letter to you; which I find you did not receive.<br />
What a fatality, my dear, has appeared in your case, from the very beginning till this hour! Had my mother