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Soft, O virgin saint, and safe as soft, be thy slumbers!
I will now once more turn to my friend Belford's letter. Thou shalt have
fair play, my charmer. I will reperuse what thy advocate has to say for
thee. Weak arguments will do, in the frame I am in!--
But, what, what's the matter!--What a double--But the uproar abates!--What
a double coward am I!--Or is it that I am taken in a cowardly minute? for
heroes have their fits of fear; cowards their brave moments; and virtuous
women, all but my Clarissa, their moment critical--
But thus coolly enjoying the reflection in a hurricane!--Again the
confusion is renewed--
What! Where!--How came it!