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"I am going across to Miss Spooner's," she said; "will you come?" But Clarissa was idle, and making some little joke, not very much to the honour of Miss Spooner, declared that she was hot and tired, and had a headache, and would stay at home. "Don't be long, Patty," she said; "it is such a bore to be alone."
The reason may be, that not taking up resolutions lightly their very deliberation makes them the more immovable. And then when a point is clear and self-evident, how can one with patience think of entering into an argument or contention upon it? An interruption obliges me to conclude myself, in some hurry, as well as fright, what I must ever be, Yours more than my own, CLARISSA HARLOWE.
I make no profession, you see, my dear Granger, on my daughter's part; but I have no fear but that Clarissa will learn to love you, in good time, as truly as you can desire to be loved." "Unless I thought that she had some affection for me, I would never ask her to be my wife," said Mr. Granger. "Wouldn't you?" thought Mr. Lovel. "My poor Granger, you are farther gone than you suppose!"
Shakspeare, no doubt, excels all poets in the comprehension of women, in his sympathy with them in the woman-part of his nature which Goethe ascribes to the highest genius; but, putting aside that "monster," I do not remember any English poet whom we should consider conspicuously eminent in that lore, unless it be the prose poet, nowadays generally underrated and little read, who wrote the letters of Clarissa Harlowe.
Tell me now, Clary dear, that you will not have anything to say to him, if he should contrive to see you again." "I will not, Lady Laura." "Is that a promise, now, Clarissa?" "A most sacred promise." Lady Armstrong kissed her young friend in ratification of the compact. "You are a dear generous-minded girl," she said, "and I feel as if I had saved my sister's happiness by this bold course.
This coldness was all the more striking on account of the perfect urbanity of Mrs. Fairfax's manners in a general way, and a certain winning gentleness which distinguished her on most occasions. It seemed to Clarissa as if she recoiled with something like aversion at the sound of her name. "Miss Lovel of Arden Court, I believe?" she said, looking at Lady Laura.
"Good-night, Clarissa," said George Fairfax; "I shall see you again very soon." "No, no; I don't wish to see you. No good can come of our seeing each other." "You will see me, whether you wish or not. Good-night. There is nine striking. You will be in time to pour out papa's tea." He let go the little hand which he had held till now, and went away.
He thrust his bony fists deep in his pockets and slowly made his way though the piles of vegetables back to Clarissa. He bundled his materials into his knapsack and quickly disappeared from the interested gaze of the bystanders, who had not scrupled to offer him both questions and advice.
"Don't you remember that I engaged the second two-step at the Charity Ball?" Clarissa, almost swooning with joy as she reclined palpitating upon the manly breast of Captain William Leadbury, said never a word, for the power of speech was not in her; the power of song, of uttering peans of joy, perhaps, but not the power of speech.
But then Isabel would not assent to this. He was turning it all in his head and ever and anon trying to relieve his mind by "Clarissa," which he was reading in conformity with his father's advice, when the gentleman's card was put into his hand. "Whatever does he want here?" he said to himself; and then he ordered that the gentleman might be shown up.
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