Samuel Richardson,
Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady…
“ I have written all night *** TO MISS HOWE MY DEAREST CREATURE, How you have shocked, confounded, surprised, astonished me, by your dreadful communication!—My heart is too weak to bear up against such a stroke as this!—When all hope was with me! When my prospects were so much mended!—But can there be such villany in men, as in this vile principal, and equally vile agent! I am really ill—very ill—grief and surprise, and, now I will say, despair, have overcome me!—All, all, you have laid down as conjecture, appears to me now to be more than conjecture! ”
