Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady — Volume 8 by Samuel Richardson
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So, old acquaintance, how do you now? I know my love is above.--Let her be acquainted that I am here, waiting for admission to her presence, and can take no denial. Tell her, that I will approach her with the most respectful duty, and in whose company she pleases; and I will not touch the hem of her garment, without her leave. Indeed, Sir, you are mistaken. The lady is not in this house, nor near it. I'll see that.--Will.! beckoning him to me, and whispering, see if thou canst any way find out (without losing sight of the door, lest she should be below stairs) if she be in the neighbourhood, if not within. Will. bowed, and went off. Up went I, without further ceremony; attended now only by the good woman. I went into each apartment, except that which was locked before, and was now also locked: and I called to my Clarissa in the voice of love; but, by the still silence, was convinced she was not there. Yet, on the strength of my intelligence, I doubted not but she was in the house. I then went up two pairs of stairs, and looked round the first room: but no Miss Harlowe. And who, pray, is in this room? stopping at the door of another. A widow gentlewoman, Sir.--Mrs. Lovick. O my dear Mrs. Lovick! said I.--I am intimately acquainted with Mrs. |
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