I cannot, my dearest friend, suffer the enclosed to go unaccompanied by
a few lines, to signify to you that they are both less tender in some
places than I would have written, had they not been to pass my mother’s
inspection. The principal reason, however, of my writing thus
separately is, to beg of you to permit me to send you money and
necessaries, which you must needs want; and that you will let me know,
if either I, or any body I can influence, can be of service to you. I
am excessively apprehensive that you are not enough out of the
villain’s reach where you are. Yet London, I am persuaded, is the
place, of all others, to be private in.
I could tear my hair for vexation, that I have it not in my power to
afford you personal protection!—I am
Your ever devoted ANNA HOWE.
Once more forgive me, my dearest creature, for my barbarous taunting in
mine of the 5th! Yet I can hardly forgive myself. I to be so cruel, yet
to know you so well!—Whence, whence, had I this vile impatiency of
spirit!—