Clarissa Harlowe.

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Well, Jack!—­And what thinkest thou of this last letter?  Miss Howe values not either fame or censure; and thinkest thou, that this letter will not bring the little fury up, though she could procure no other conveyance than her higgler’s panniers, one for herself, the other for her maid?  She knows whither to come now.  Many a little villain have I punished for knowing more than I would have her know, and that by adding to her knowledge and experience.  What thinkest thou, Belford, if, by getting hither this virago, and giving cause for a lamentable letter from her to the fair fugitive, I should be able to recover her?  Would she not visit that friend in her distress, thinkest thou, whose intended visit to her in her’s brought her into the condition from which she herself had so perfidiously escaped?

Let me enjoy the thought!

Shall I send this letter?—­Thou seest I have left room, if I fail in the exact imitation of so charming a hand, to avoid too strict a scrutiny.  Do they not both deserve it of me?  Seest thou now how the raving girls threatens her mother?  Ought she not to be punished?  And can I be a worse devil, or villain, or monster, that she calls me in the long letter I enclose (and has called me in her former letters) were I to punish them both as my vengeance urges me to punish them?  And when I have executed that my vengeance, how charmingly satisfied may they both go down into the country and keep house together, and have a much better reason than their pride could give them, for living the single life they have both seemed so fond of!

I will set about transcribing it this moment, I think.  I can resolve afterwards.  Yet what has poor Hickman done to deserve this of me!—­But gloriously would it punish the mother (as well as daughter) for all her sordid avarice; and for her undutifulness to honest Mr. Howe, whose heart she actually broke.  I am on tiptoe, Jack, to enter upon this project.  Is not one country as good to me as another, if I should be obliged to take another tour upon it?

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But I will not venture.  Hickman is a good man, they tell me.  I love a good man.  I hope one of these days to be a good man myself.  Besides, I have heard within this week something of this honest fellow that shows he has a soul; when I thought, if he had one, that it lay a little of the deepest to emerge to notice, except on very extraordinary occasions; and that then it presently sunk again into its cellula adiposa.—­The man is a plump man.—­Didst ever see him, Jack?

But the principal reason that withholds me [for ’tis a tempting project!] is, for fear of being utterly blown up, if I should not be quick enough with my letter, or if Miss Howe should deliberate on setting out, to try her mother’s consent first; in which time a letter from my frighted beauty might reach her; for I have no doubt, wherever she has refuged, but her first work was to write to her vixen friend.  I will therefore go on patiently; and take my revenge upon the little fury at my leisure.