Your most affectionate and dutiful CLARISSA HARLOWE.
LETTER LX
MISS AR. HARLOWE, TO MISS CL. HARLOWE [IN ANSWER TO HER'S OF FRIDAY, JULY 21, LETTER XLV. OF THIS VOLUME.] THURSDAY, JULY 27.
O MY UNHAPPY LOST SISTER!
What a miserable hand have you made of your romantic and giddy expedition!—I pity you at my heart.
You may well grieve and repent!—Lovelace has left you!—In what way or circumstances you know best.
I wish your conduct had made your case more pitiable. But 'tis your own seeking!
God help you!—For you have not a friend will look upon you!—Poor, wicked, undone creature!—Fallen, as you are, against warning, against expostulation, against duty!
But it signifies nothing to reproach you. I weep over you.