MR. LOVELACE, TO MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE [SUPERSCRIBED TO MRS. LOVELACE.]
M. HALL, MONDAY, JUNE 26.
Once more, my dearest love, do I conjure you to send me the four
requested words. There is no time to be lost. And I would not have next
Thursday go over, without being entitled to call you mine, for the
world; and that as well for your sake as for my own. Hitherto all that
has passed is between you and me only; but, after Thursday, if my
wishes are unanswered, the whole will be before the world.
My Lord is extremely ill, and endures not to have me out of his sight
for one half hour. But this shall not have the least weight with me, if
you be pleased to hold out the olive-branch to me in the four requested
words.