The History of Miss Betsy ThoughtlessHaywood, Eliza Fowler
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The History of Miss Betsy Thoughtless
Haywood, Eliza Fowler
Abused wives -- Fiction; Bildungsromans; Didactic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
Though I know the honour with which you flatter me is more the
effect of fortune than desert, it would certainly make me vain and
happy, were I not denied the power of accepting. The heart required
of me by the lady is already disposed of--irrecoverably disposed
of; and I can only repay her goodness by sincerely wishing a return
of hers, and with it all those felicities she would so lavishly
bestow on her most obliged, and most humble servant,
C. TRUEWORTH.
P.S. The lady may depend, that my secrecy shall be equal to the
sincerity I have shewn in this.'
He had no sooner dispatched the messenger who brought this, than a
second came, and presented him with another, and had orders also to wait
for an answer: he presently knew it came from Miss Flora, and expected
the contents to be such as he found them on perusing.
'To Charles Trueworth, Esq.
Most cruel and ungenerous man!
Loth I am to give you epithets like these: my heart shudders, and
my trembling hand is scarce able to guide my pen in those
reproaches which my reason tells me you deserve: how unkind, how
stabbing to the soul, was your behaviour at our last meeting! yet,
even then, you promised me to write; I depended on that promise,
and hope had not quite forsook me; every knocking at the door I
expected was a messenger from you; in vain I expected, in vain I
looked, in vain I listened for the welcome mandate; and every
disappointment threw me into fresh agonies. I have sent twice to
the coffee-house, been there once in person; but could hear nothing
of you. O, what secret recess now hides you from me? What can have
caused so terrible a reverse in my so lately happy fate? I fear to
guess; for madness is in the thought! O do not drive me to
extremes!! Many women, with not half my love, or my despair, have
ran headlong into actions which, in my cooler moments, I dread to
think on. Be assured, I cannot live, will not live, without you!
Torture me not any longer with suspense! Pronounce my doom at once!
But let it be from your own mouth that I receive it; that you, at
least, may be witness of the death you inflict, and be compelled
to pity, if you cannot love, the most unfortunate, and most
faithful, of her sex,
F. MELLASIN.
P.S. I have charged the man who brings you this, to find you
wherever you are, and not to leave you without an answer.'
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