Clarissa Harlowe by Samuel Richardson

Just come from the women.

"Have I gone so far, and am I afraid to go farther? -- Have I not already, as it is evident by her behaviour, sinned beyond forgiveness? -- A woman's tears used to be to me but as water sprinkled on a glowing fire, which gives it a fiercer and brighter blaze: What defence has this lady but her tears and her eloquence? She was before taken at no weak advantage. She was insensible in her moments of trial. Had she been sensible, she must have been sensible. So they say. The methods taken with her have augmented her glory and her pride. She has now a tale to tell, that she may tell with honour to herself. No accomplice-inclination. She can look me into confusion, without being conscious of so much as a thought which she need to be ashamed of."