LETTER V

MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.
SUNDAY AFTERNOON.


O Belford! what a hair's-breadth escape have I had!--Such a one, that I
tremble between terror and joy, at the thought of what might have
happened, and did not.

What a perverse girl is this, to contend with her fate; yet has reason
to think, that her very stars fight against her! I am the luckiest of
me!--But my breath almost fails me, when I reflect upon what a slender
thread my destiny hung.

But not to keep thee in suspense; I have, within this half-hour, obtained
possession of the expected letter from Miss Howe--and by such an
accident! But here, with the former, I dispatch this; thy messenger
waiting.



LETTER VI

MR. LOVELACE
[IN CONTINUATION.]