WEDNESDAY, FIVE O'CLOCK

I will now add a few lines--My aunt, as she went down from me, was met

at the foot of the stairs by my sister, who seemed to think she had

staid a good while after her; and hearing her last words prescribing

to me implicit duty, praised her for it, and exclaimed against my

obstinacy. Did you ever hear of such perverseness, Madam? said she:

Could you have thought that your Clarissa and every body's Clarissa, was

such a girl?--And who, as you said, is to submit, her father or she?

My aunt said something in answer to her, compassionating me, as I

thought, by her accent: but I heard not the words.

Such a strange perseverance in a measure so unreasonable!--But my

brother and sister are continually misrepresenting all I say and do; and

I am deprived of the opportunity of defending myself!--My sister says,*

that had they thought me such a championess, they you not have engaged

with me: and now, not knowing how to reconcile my supposed obstinacy

with my general character and natural temper, they seem to hope to tire

me out, and resolve to vary their measures accordingly. My brother, you

see,** is determined to carry this point, or to abandon Harlowe-place,

and never to see it more. So they are to lose a son, or to conquer

a daughter--the perversest and most ungrateful that ever parents

had!--This is the light he places things in: and has undertaken, it

seems, to subdue me, if his advice should be followed. It will be

farther tried; of that I am convinced; and what will be their next

measure, who can divine?

* See Letter XLII. of Vol. I.

** Ibid.

I shall dispatch, with this, my answer to your's of Sunday last, begun

on Monday;* but which is not yet quite finished. It is too long to copy:

I have not time for it. In it I have been very free with you, my dear,

in more places than one. I cannot say that I am pleased with all I have

written--yet will not now alter it. My mind is not at ease enough for

the subject. Don't be angry with me. Yet, if you can excuse one or two

passages, it will be because they were written by

Your CLARISSA HARLOWE.

* See Letter XL, ibid.

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