LETTER 250
Mr. Lovelace, to John Belford, Esq
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Sunday Afternoon
O Belford! what a hair's-breadth escape have I had! -- Such a one, that I tremble between terror and joy, at the thought of what might have happened, and did not.
O Belford! what a hair's-breadth escape have I had! -- Such a one, that I tremble between terror and joy, at the thought of what might have happened, and did not.
What a perverse girl is this, to contend with her fate; yet has reason to think, that her very stars fight against her! I am the luckiest of me! -- But my breath almost fails me, when I reflect upon what a slender thread my destiny hung.