It is a miracle that I fell not into fits at the reading of it; and at
the thought of what might have been the consequence, had it come into the
hands of this Clarissa Harlowe. Let my justly-excited rage excuse my
irreverence.
Collins, though not his day, brought it this afternoon to Wilson's, with
a particular desire that it might be sent with all speed to Miss
Beaumont's lodgings, and given, if possible, into her own hands. He had
before been here (at Mrs. Sinclair's with intent to deliver it to the
lady with his own hand; but was told [too truly told!] that she was
abroad; but that they would give her any thing he should leave for her
the moment she returned.) But he cared not to trust them with his
business, and went away to Wilson's, (as I find by the description of him
at both places,) and there left the letter; but not till he had a second
time called here, and found her not come in.
The letter [which I shall enclose; for it is too long to transcribe] will
account to thee for Collins's coming hither.
O this devilish Miss Howe;--something must be resolved upon and done with
that little fury!
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Thou wilt see the margin of this cursed letter crowded with indices
[>>>]. I put them to mark the places which call for vengeance upon the
vixen writer, or which require animadversion. Return thou it to me the
moment thou hast perused it.
Read it here; and avoid trembling for me, if thou canst.
TO MISS LAETITIA BEAUMONT
WEDNESDAY, JUNE 7.