Clarissa Harlowe

Tuesday, April 25
All hands at work in preparation for London.

-- What makes my heart beat so strong? Why rises it to my throat in such half-choking flutters, when I think of what this removal may do for me? I am hitherto resolved to be honest, and that increases my wonder at these involuntary commotions. 'Tis a plotting villain of a heart: it ever was -- and ever will be, I doubt. Such a joy when any roguery is going forward! -- I so little its master! -- A head, likewise, so well turned to answer the triangular varlet's impulses! -- No matter -- I will have one struggle with thee, old friend; and if I cannot overcome thee now, I never will again attempt to conquer thee.