Of all things . he has placed his coarse hands onmy throat, completely hiding the pearl necklacewhich papa brought me from Epsom last summer,and which you, and also young Pindleson (whosevery name I mention with a blush), have so oftenadmired. But more of this later, and until then,believe me, my dear Anna, to be Your ever distressed and affectionate Cl. Harlowe. Monday night. Anna.—Now, indeed, it is evident, mybest, my only friend, that I am face to face withthe bitterest of fates. You will remember that inmy last letter I spoke to you of a party of unprin-cipled knaves who wer
Of all things . he has placed his coarse hands onmy throat, completely hiding the pearl necklacewhich papa brought me from Epsom last summer,and which you, and also young Pindleson (whosevery name I mention with a blush), have so oftenadmired. But more of this later, and until then,believe me, my dear Anna, to be Your ever distressed and affectionate Cl. Harlowe. Monday night. Anna.—Now, indeed, it is evident, mybest, my only friend, that I am face to face withthe bitterest of fates. You will remember that inmy last letter I spoke to you of a party of unprin-cipled knaves who were invading my now do I find that they have, in furtheranceof their inexcusable plans, set fire to that portionof the house which lies directly behind this, so thatas I put my pen to paper the flames are creeping,like hungry creatures of some sort, through thepartitions and into this very room, so that did Iesteem my safety more than my correspondencewith you, my precious companion, I should at c. To be thus seized . is truly, you will agree, my sweet Anna,a pitiable episode. WHEN GENIUS REMAINED 17 once be making preparation for immediate depar-ture. 0 my dear ! To be thus seized, as I amat this very instant, by the unscrupulous leader ofthe band and carried, by brute force, down thestairway through the butlers pantry, and into theservants hall, writing as I go, resting my poorpaper on the shoulder of my detested abductor, istruly, you will agree, my sweet Anna, a pitiableepisode. Adieu, my intimate friend. Your obt. svt, Cl. Harlowe. One wonders (or, at least, / wonder, and thatis sufficient for the purposes of this article) what theletter-writing young lady of that period wouldhave done had she lived in this day of postcardsshowing the rocks at Scipawisset or the Free PublicLibrary in East Tarvia. She might have usedthem for some of her shorter messages, but I ratherdoubt it. The foregoing scene could hardly havebeen done justice to on a card bearing the pictu
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