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Miss Howe to perfect her scheme, that she may leave
him. She thinks her temper changed for the worse. Trembles to look
back upon his encroachments. Is afraid, on the close self-examination
which her calamities have caused her to make, that even in the best
actions of her past life she has not been quite free from secret pride, &c.
Tears almost in two the answer she had written to his proposals.
Intends to go out next day, and not to return. Her farther intentions.
LETTER XLVII. Lovelace to Belford.-- Meets the lady at breakfast.

Flings the tea-cup and saucer over his head. The occasion. Alarms and
terrifies her by his free address. Romping, the use of it by a lover. Will
try if she will not yield to nightly surprises. A lion-hearted lady where
her honour is concerned. Must have recourse to his master-strokes.
Fable of the sun and north wind. Mrs. Fretchville's house an embarrass.
He gives that pretended lady the small-pox. Other contrivances in his
head to bring Clarissa back, if she should get away. Miss Howe's
scheme of Mrs. Townsend is, he says, a sword hanging over his head.
He must change his measures to render it abortive. He is of the true
lady-make. What that is. Another conversation between them. Her
apostrophe to her father. He is temporarily moved. Dorcas gives him
notice of a paper she has come at, and is transcribing. In order to detain
the lady, he presses for the day. Miss Howe he fancies in love with him;
and why. He sees Clarissa does not hate him.
LETTER XLVIII. From the same.-- Copy of the transcribed paper. It
proves to be her torn answer to his proposals. Meekness the glory of a
woman. Ludicrous image of a termagant wife. He had better never to
have seen this paper. Has very strong remorses. Paints them in lively
colours. Sets forth the lady's transcendent virtue, and greatness of mind.
Surprised into these arguments in her favour by his conscience. Puts it
to flight.
LETTER XLIX. From the same.-- Mennell scruples to aid him farther
in his designs. Vapourish people the physical tribe's milch-cows.
Advice to the faculty. Has done with the project about Mrs.
Fretchville's house. The lady suspects him. A seasonable letter for him
from his cousin Charlotte. Sends up the letter to the lady. She writes to
Miss Howe, upon perusing it, to suspend for the present her application
to Mrs. Townsend.
LETTER L. From the same.-- An interview all placid and agreeable.
Now is he in a train. All he now waits for is a letter from Lord M.
Inquires after their marriage by a stranger of good appearance. The lady
alarmed at them.
LETTER LI. Lovelace to Belford.-- Curses his uncle for another
proverbial letter he has sent him. Permits the lady to see it. Nine
women in ten that fall, fall, he says, through their own fault.
LETTER LII. Lord M.'s characteristic letter.
LETTER LIII. Lovelace to Belford.-- The lady now comes to him at

the first word. Triumphs in her sweetness of temper, and on her
patience with him. Puts his writings into counsellor Williams's hands,
to prepare settlements. Shall now be doubly armed. Boasts of his
contrivances in petto. Brings patterns to her. Proposes jewels. Admires
her for her prudence with regard to what he puts her upon doing for her
Norton. What his wife must do and be. She declines a public wedding.
Her dutiful reasons. She is willing to dispense with Lord M.'s presence.
He writes to Lord M. accordingly.
Extract from a letter from Clarissa.-- After giving Miss Howe an
account of the present favourable appearances, she desires her to keep
herself all such of the particulars which she has communicated to her as
may discredit Mr. Lovelace.
LETTER LIV. Lovelace to Belford.-- His projected plot to revenge
himself upon Miss Howe.
LETTER LV. From the same.-- Fresh contrivances crowd in upon him.
He shall be very sick on the morrow; and why. Women below
impertinently reproachful. He will be no man's successor. Will not take
up with harlots.--History of the French marquis.

THE HISTORY
OF
CLARISSA HARLOWE

LETTER I
MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE, TO MISS HOWE WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON, APRIL 26.
At length, my dearest Miss Howe, I am in London, and in my new
lodgings. They are neatly furnished, and the situation, for the town, is
pleasant.
But I think you must not ask me how I like the old gentlewoman. Yet
she seems courteous and obliging.--Her kinswomen just appeared to
welcome me at my alighting. They seemed to be genteel young women.
But more of their aunt and them, as I shall see more.
Miss Sorlings has an uncle at Barnet, whom she found so very ill, that
her uneasiness, on that