I have your's of this morning. All that has happened to the unhappy body
you mentioned, is what we foretold and expected. Let him, for whose sake
she abandoned us, be her comfort. We are told he has remorse, and would
marry her. We don't believe it, indeed. She may be very ill. Her
disappointment may make her so, or ought. Yet is she the only one I know
who is disappointed.
I cannot say, Miss, that the notification from you is the more welcome,
for the liberties you have been pleased to take with our whole family for
resenting a conduct, that it is a shame any young lady should justify.
Excuse this freedom, occasioned by greater. I am, Miss,
Your humble servant,
ARABELLA HARLOWE.