Barford Abbey by Susannah Minific Gunning
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Mr. Morgan comes this instant in sight;--a servant after him, leading my little horse.--I am sorry to break off, but I must attend him;--he is so good, I know your Ladyship would be displeas'd, was I to prolong my letter at the expence of his favour.--Yours, my much honour'd,--my much lov'd Lady,--with all gratitude, with all affection, F. WARLEY. LETTER XXIV. Miss WARLEY to the same. _From Mr. Jenkings's_. Now, my dearest Lady, am I again perplex'd, doubting, and embarrass'd:--yet Lord Darcey is gone,--gone this very morning,--about an hour since. Well, I did not think it would evermore be in his power to distress me;--but I have been distress'd,--greatly distress'd!--I begin to think Lord Darcey sincere,--that he has always been sincere--He talks of next _Thursday_, as a day to unravel great mysteries:--but I shall be far enough by that time; sail'd, perhaps.--Likely, he said, I might know before Thursday.--I wish any body could, tell me:--I fancy Sir James and |
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