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Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady — Volume 3 by Samuel Richardson
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how my heart fluttered!--but no time was to be lost. I stept to the
garden-door; and seeing a clear coast, unbolted the already-unlocked door
--and there was he, all impatience, waiting for me.

A panic next to fainting seized me when I saw him. My heart seemed
convulsed; and I trembled so, that I should hardly have kept my feet, had
he not supported me.

Fear nothing, dearest creature, said he--let us hasten away--the chariot
is at hand--and, by this sweet condescension, you have obliged me beyond
expression or return.

Recovering my spirits a little, as he kept drawing me after him, O Mr.
Lovelace, said I, I cannot go with you--indeed I cannot--I wrote you word
so--let go my hand, and you shall see my letter. It is lain there from
yesterday morning, till within this half-hour. I bid you watch to the
last for a letter from me, lest I should be obliged to revoke the
appointment; and, had you followed the direction, you would have found
it.

I have been watched, my dearest life, said he, half out of breath--I have
been watched in every step I took: and my trusty servant has been watched
too, ever since Saturday; and dared not to come near your wall. And here
we shall be discovered in a moment.--Speed away, my charmer--this is the
moment of your deliverance--if you neglect this opportunity, you can
never have such another.

What is it you mean, Sir?--Let go my hand: for I tell you [struggling
vehemently] that I will sooner die than go with you.

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