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 for ever! I knew that the whole stupid family were in a combination to do my business for me. I told thee that they were all working for me, like so many ground moles; and still more blind than the moles are said to be, unknowing that they did so. I myself, the director of their principal motions; which falling in with the malice of their little hearts, they took to be all their own.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
On the wings of love, I fly to my charmer
Here is an image of Mr. Robert Lovelace, played by the actor Sean Bean, from a 1992 film version of my book "Clarissa," made by the good people at BBC.