** See Vol. I. Letter XII.
*** See Vol. IV. Letter XIX, & seq.


Nevertheless, let me tell you (what I hope I may justly tell you,) that
if again he give me cause to resume distance and reserve, I hope my
reason will gather strength enough from his imperfections to enable me to
keep my passions under.--What can we do more than govern ourselves by the
temporary lights lent us?

You will not wonder that I am grave on this detection--Detection, must I
call it? What can I call it?--

Dissatisfied with myself, I am afraid to look back upon what I have
written: yet know not how to have done writing. I never was in such an
odd frame of mind.--I know not how to describe it.--Was you ever so?--
Afraid of the censure of her you love--yet not conscious that you deserve
it?

Of this, however, I am convinced, that I should indeed deserve censure,
if I kept any secret of my heart from you.

But I will not add another word, after I have assured you, that I will
look still more narrowly into myself: and that I am

Your equally sincere and affectionate
CL. HARLOWE.