Autobiographical fiction; Bildungsromans; England -- Fiction; Feminist fiction; Love stories; Sex role -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
I frequently reiterated these reasonings, always with encreased fervor
and earnestness: represented--'that every step I took in advance would
be miles in return--every minute that the blow was suspended, prepared
it to descend with accumulated force.' I required no particulars, but
merely requested to be assured of _a present, existing, engagement_. I
continued, from time to time, to urge this subject.
'Much,' said I, 'as I esteem you, and deeply as a thousand
associations have fixed your idea in my heart--in true
candour of soul, I, yet, feel myself your superior.--I
recollect a sentiment of Richardson's Clarissa that always
pleased me, and that may afford a test, by which each of us
may judge of the integrity of our own minds--"I should be
glad that you, and all the world, knew my heart; let my
enemies sit in judgment upon my actions; fairly scanned,
I fear not the result. Let them ask me my most secret
thoughts; and, whether they make for me, or against me, I
will reveal them."
'This is the principle, my friend, upon which I have acted
towards you. I have said many things, I doubt not, which
make against me; but I trusted them to one, who told me,
that he had made the human heart his study: and it is only
in compliance with the prejudices of others, if I have taken
any pains to conceal all I have thought and felt on this,
or on any other, subject, from the rest of the world. Had I
not, in the wild career of fervent feeling, had sufficient
strength of mind to stop short, and to reason calmly, how
often, in the bitterness of my spirit, should I have accused
you of sporting with my feelings, by involving me in a
hopeless maze of conjecture--by leaving me a prey to the
constant, oppressive, apprehension of hearing something,
which I should not have had the fortitude to support with
dignity; which, in proportion as it is delayed, still
contributes to harrass, to weaken, to incapacitate, my mind
from bearing its disclosure.
'I know you might reply--and more than nine-tenths of the
world would justify you in this reply--"That you had already
said, what ought to have been sufficient, and would have
been so to any other human being;--that you had not sought
the confidence I boast of having reposed in you;--and
that so far from affording you any satisfaction, it has
occasioned you only perplexity. If my own destiny was not
equivocal, of what importance could it be to me, and what
right had I to enquire after circumstances, in which,
however affecting, I could have no real concern."
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