in a month from this is all the choice that is left you.

And this, I suppose, was the doom my sister called for; and yet no
worse than what had been pronounced upon me before.

She repeated these last sentences louder than the former. 'And
remember, Miss,' added she, 'it is your duty to comply.'--And down she
went, leaving me with my heart full, and my eyes running over.

The very repetition of this fills me with almost equal concern to that
which I felt at the time.

I must lay down my pen. Mistiness, which give to the deluged eye the
appearance of all the colours in the rainbow, will not permit me to
write on.


WEDNESDAY, FIVE O'CLOCK


I will now add a few lines--My aunt, as she went down from me, was met
at the foot of the stairs by my sister, who seemed to think she had
staid a good while after her; and hearing her last words prescribing
to me implicit duty, praised her for it, and exclaimed against my
obstinacy. Did you ever hear of such perverseness, Madam? said she:
Could you have thought that your Clarissa and every body's Clarissa,
was such a girl?--And who, as you said, is to submit, her father or
she?

My aunt said something in answer to her, compassionating me, as I