warning!--and now, I hope, thou intruding varletess, have I done thy
business!

Puling and low-voiced, rearing up thy detested head, in vain implorest
thou my mercy, who, in thy day hast showed me so little!--Take that, for
a rising blow!--And now will thy pain, and my pain for thee, soon be
over. Lie there!--Welter on!--Had I not given thee thy death's wound,
thou wouldest have robbed me of all my joys. Thou couldest not have
mended me, 'tis plain. Thou couldest only have thrown me into despair.
Didst thou not see, that I had gone too far to recede?--Welter on, once
more I bid thee!--Gasp on!--That thy last gasp, surely!--How hard diest
thou!

ADIEU!--Unhappy man! ADIEU!

'Tis kind in thee, however, to bid me, Adieu!

Adieu, Adieu, Adieu, to thee, O thou inflexible, and, till now,
unconquerable bosom intruder!--Adieu to thee for ever!



LETTER II

MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.
SUNDAY MORN. (JUNE 11). FOUR O'CLOCK.


A few words to the verbal information thou sentest me last night
concerning thy poor old man; and then I rise from my seat, shake myself,