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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> 45<br />

the lady was now as happy as myself: and that is no great untruth; for I am not altogether so, when I allow<br />

myself to think.<br />

Mrs. Townsend, with her tars, had not been then there. I told them what I would have them say to her, if she<br />

came.<br />

Well, but, after all [how many after−all's have I?] I could be very grave, were I to give way to it.−−<strong>The</strong> devil<br />

take me for a fool! What's the matte with me, I wonder!−−I must breathe a fresher air for a few days.<br />

But what shall I do with this admirable creature the while?−−Hang me, if I know!−−For, if I stir, the<br />

venomous spider of this habitation will want to set upon the charming fly, whose silken wings are already so<br />

entangled in my enormous web, that she cannot move hand or foot: for so much has grief stupified her, that<br />

she is at present destitute of will, as she always seemed to be of desire. I must not therefore think of leaving<br />

her yet for two days together.<br />

LETTER XV<br />

MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.<br />

I have just now had a specimen of what the resentment of this dear creature will be when quite recovered: an<br />

affecting one!−−For entering her apartment after Dorcas; and endeavouring to soothe and pacify her<br />

disordered mind; in the midst of my blandishments, she held up to Heaven, in a speechless agony, the<br />

innocent license (which she has in her own power); as the poor distressed Catalans held up their English<br />

treaty, on an occasion that keeps the worst of my actions in countenance.<br />

She seemed about to call down vengeance upon me; when, happily the leaden god, in pity to her trembling<br />

Lovelace, waved over her half−drowned eyes his somniferous want, and laid asleep the fair exclaimer, before<br />

she could go half through with her intended imprecation.<br />

Thou wilt guess, by what I have written, that some little art has been made use of: but it was with a generous<br />

design (if thou'lt allow me the word on such an occasion) in order to lessen the too−quick sense she was likely<br />

to have of what she was to suffer. A contrivance I never had occasion for before, and had not thought of now,<br />

if Mrs. Sinclair had not proposed it to me: to whom I left the management of it: and I have done nothing but<br />

curse her ever since, lest the quantity should have for ever dampened her charming intellects.<br />

Hence my concern−−for I think the poor lady ought not to have been so treated. Poor lady, did I say?−−What<br />

have I to do with thy creeping style?−−But have not I the worst of it; since her insensibility has made me but a<br />

thief to my own joys?<br />

I did not intend to tell thee of this little innocent trick; for such I designed it to be; but that I hate<br />

disingenuousness: to thee, especially: and as I cannot help writing in a more serious vein than usual, thou<br />

wouldst perhaps, had I not hinted the true cause, have imagined that I was sorry for the fact itself: and this<br />

would have given thee a good deal of trouble in scribbling dull persuasives to repair by matrimony; and me in<br />

reading thy cruel nonsense. Besides, one day or other, thou mightest, had I not confessed it, have heard of it in<br />

an aggravated manner; and I know thou hast such an high opinion of this lady's virtue, that thou wouldst be<br />

disappointed, if thou hadst reason to think that she was subdued by her own consent, or any the least yielding<br />

in her will. And so is she beholden to me in some measure, that, at the expense of my honour, she may so<br />

justly form a plea, which will entirely salve her's.<br />

And now is the whole secret out.<br />

Thou wilt say I am a horrid fellow!−−As the lady does, that I am the unchained Beelzebub, and a plotting

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