reluctantly-opened

Updated: January 2, 2026

There went the dagger to my heart, and down I sunk: and when I recovered, found myself in the arms of my Hannah, my sister's Betty holding open my reluctantly-opened palm, my laces cut, my linen scented with hartshorn; and my mother gone.

Samuel Richardson - Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady — Volume 1