Let my passion for you, Madam, and the unexpected meeting of you at your
chamber-door, in an attitude so charming--
Leave me, leave me, this moment!--I beseech you leave me; looking wildly
and in confusion about her, and upon herself.
Excuse me, my dearest creature, for those liberties which, innocent as
they were, your too great delicacy may make you take amiss--
No more! no more!--leave me, I beseech you! again looking upon herself,
and round her, in a sweet confusion--Begone! begone!
Then weeping, she struggled vehemently to withdraw her hands, which all
the while I held between mine.--Her struggles!--O what additional charms,
as I now reflect, did her struggles give to every feature, every limb, of
a person so sweetly elegant and lovely!
Impossible, my dearest life, till you pronounce my pardon!--Say but you
forgive me!--say but you forgive me!
I beseech you to be gone! leave me to myself, that I may think what I can
do, and what I ought to do.
That, my dearest creature, is not enough. You must tell me that I am
forgiven; that you will see me to-morrow as if nothing had happened.
And then I clasped her again in my arms, hoping she would not forgive
me--