LETTER 97
Mr. Lovelace, to John Belford, Esq
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St. Alban's, Monday Night
I snatch a few moments while my beloved is retired, (as I hope, to rest), to perform my promise. No pursuit -- nor have I apprehensions of any; though I must make my charmer dread that there will be one.
I snatch a few moments while my beloved is retired, (as I hope, to rest), to perform my promise. No pursuit -- nor have I apprehensions of any; though I must make my charmer dread that there will be one.
And now, let me tell thee, that never was joy so complete as mine! -- But let me inquire, is not the angel flown away?
O no! She is in the next apartment! -- Securely mine! -- Mine forever!
O ecstasy! -- My heart will burst my breast,
To leap into her bosom!
O no! She is in the next apartment! -- Securely mine! -- Mine forever!
O ecstasy! -- My heart will burst my breast,
To leap into her bosom!