Read "Clarissa Harlowe" by Samuel Richardson online for free on Textopian. Full text with search, annotations, highlights, and AI-powered reading aids.
Sat. Afternoon By your last date of ten o'clock in your letter of this day, you could not long have deposited it before Robin took it. He rode hard, and brought it to me just as I had risen from table.
You may justly blame me for sending my messenger empty-handed, your situation considered; and yet that very situation (so critical! ) is partly the reason for it: for indeed I knew not what to write, fit to send you.