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e at the Post…office； and if I return to town directly as I fear； I will leave word for them to forward the letter to me in Londonnot at my old lodgings。 I will not go back there： yet how can I breathe away from her？ Her hatred of me must be great； since my love of her could not overcome it！ I have finished the book of my conversations with her； which I told you of： if I am not mistaken； you will think it very nice reading。
Yours ever。
Have you read Sardanapalus？ How like the little Greek slave； Myrrha； is to HER！
LETTER IV
（Written in the Winter）
My good Friend； I received your letter this morning； and I kiss the rod not only with submission； but gratitude。 Your reproofs of me and your defences of her are the only things that save my soul from perdition。 She is my heart's idol； and believe me those words of yours applied to the dear saint〃To lip a chaste one and suppose her wanton〃were balm and rapture to me。 I have LIPPED HER； God knows how often； and oh！ is it even possible that she is chaste； and that she has bestowed her loved 〃endearments〃 on me （her own sweet word） out of true regard？ That thought； out of the lowest depths of despair； would at any time make me strike my forehead against the stars。 Could I but think the love 〃honest；〃 I am proof against all hazards。 She by her silence makes my dark hour； and you by your encouragements dissipate it for twenty…four hours。 Another thing has brought me to life。 Mrs。 … is actually on her way here about the divorce。 Should this unpleasant business （which has been so long talked of） succeed； and I should become free； do you think S。 L。 will agree to change her name to …？ If she WILL； she SHALL； and to call her so to you； or to hear her called so by others； would be music to my ears； such as they never drank in。 Do you think if she knew how I love her； my depressions and my altitudes； my wanderings and my constancy； it would not move her？ She knows it all； and if she is not an INCORRIGIBLE； she loves me； or regards me with a feeling next to love。 I don't believe that any woman was ever courted more passionately than she has been by me。 As Rousseau said of Madame d'Houptot （forgive the allusion） my heart has found a tongue in speaking to her； and I have talked to her the divine language of love。 Yet she says； she is insensible to it。 Am I to believe her or you？ Youfor I wish it and wish it to madness； now that I am like to be free； and to have it in my power to say to her without a possibility of suspicion； 〃Sarah； will you be mine？〃 When I sometimes think of the time I first saw the sweet apparition； August 16； 1820； and that possibly she may be my bride before that day two years； it makes me dizzy with incredible joy and love of her。 Write soon。
LETTER V
My dear Friend； I read your answer this morning with gratitude。 I have felt somewhat easier since。 It shewed your interest in my vexations； and also that you know nothing worse than I do。 I cannot describe the weakness of mind to which she has reduced me。 This state of suspense is like hanging in the air by a single thread that exhausts all your strength to keep hold of it； and yet if that fails you； you have nothing in the world else left to trust to。 I am come back to Edinburgh about this cursed business； and Mrs。 … is coming from Montrose next week。 How it will end； I can't say； and don't care； except as it regards the other affair。 I should； I confess； like to have it in my power to make her the offer direct and unequivocal； to see how she'd receive it。 It would be worth something at any rate to see her superfine airs upon the occasion； and if she should take it into her head to turn round her sweet neck； drop her eye…lids； and say〃Yes； I will be yours！〃why then； 〃treason domestic； foreign levy； nothing could touch me further。〃 By Heaven！ I doat on her。 The truth is； I never had any pleasure； like love； with any one but her。 Then how can I bear to part with her？ Do you know I like to think of her best in her morning…gown and mob…capit is so she has oftenest come into my room and enchanted me！ She was once ill； pale； and had lost all her freshness。 I only adored her the more for it； and fell in love with the decay of her beauty。 I could devour the little witch。 If she had a plague…spot on her； I could touch the infection： if she was in a burning fever； I could kiss her； and drink death as I have drank life from her lips。 When I press her hand； I enjoy perfect happiness and contentment of soul。 It is not what she says or what she doesit is herself that I love。 To be with her is to be at peace。 I have no other wish or desire。 The air about her is serene； blissful； and he who breathes it is like one of the Gods！ So that I can but have her with me always； I care for nothing more。 I never could tire of her sweetness； I feel that I could grow to her； body and soul？ My heart； my heart is hers。
LETTER VI
（Written in May）
Dear P； What have I suffered since I parted with you！ A raging fire is in my heart and in my brain； that never quits me。 The steam…boat （which I foolishly ventured on board） seems a prison…house； a sort of spectre…ship； moving on through an infernal lake； without wind or tide； by some necromantic powerthe splashing of the waves； the noise of the engine gives me no rest； night or dayno tree； no natural object varies the scenebut the abyss is before me； and all my peace lies weltering in it！ I feel the eternity of punishment in this life； for I see no end of my woes。 The people about me are ill； uncomfortable； wretched enough； many of thembut to…morrow or next day； they reach the place of their destination； and all will be new and delightful。 To me it will be the same。 I can neither escape from her； nor from myself。 All is endurable where there is a limit： but I have nothing but the blackness and the fiendishness of scorn around memocked by her （the false one） in whom I placed my hope； and who hardens herself against me！I believe you thought me quite gay； vain； insolent； half mad； the night I left the houseno tongue can tell the heaviness of heart I felt at that moment。 No footsteps ever fell more slow； more sad than mine； for every step bore me farther from her； with whom my soul and every thought lingered。 I had parted with her in anger； and each had spoken words of high disdain； not soon to be forgiven。 Should I ever behold her again？ Where go to live and die far from her？ In her sight there was Elysium； her smile was heaven； her voice was enchantment； the air of love waved round her； breathing balm into my heart： for a little while I had sat with the Gods at their golden tables； I had tasted of all earth's bliss； 〃both living and loving！〃 But now Paradise barred its doors against me； I was driven from her presence； where rosy blushes and delicious sighs and all soft wishes dwelt； the outcast of nature and the scoff of love！ I thought of the time when I was a little happy careless child； of my father's house； of my early lessons； of my brother's picture of me when a boy； of all that had since happened to me； and of the waste of years to comeI stopped； faultered； and was going to turn back once more to make a longer truce with wretchedness and patch up a hollow league with love； when the recollection of her words〃I always told you I had no affection for you〃steeled my resolution； and I determined to proceed。 You see by this she always hated me； and only played with my credulity till she could find some one to supply the place of her unalterable attachment to THE LITTLE IMAGE。 * * * * * I am a little； a very little better to…day。 Would it were quietly over； and that this misshapen form （made to be mocked） were hid out of the sight of cold； sullen eyes！ The people about me even take notice of my dumb despair； and pity me。 What is to be done？ I cannot forget HER； and I can find no other like what SHE SEEMED。 I should wish you to call； if you can make an excuse； and see whether or no she is quite marblewhether I may go back again at my return； and whether she will see me and talk to me sometimes as an old friend。 Suppose you were to call on M from me； and ask him what his impression is that I ought to do。 But do as you think best。 Pardon； pardon。
P。S。I send this from Scarborough； where the vessel stops for a few minutes。 I scarcely know what I should have done； but for this relief to my feelings。
LETTER VII
My dear Friend； The important step is taken； and I am virtually a free man。 * * * What had I better do in these circumstances？ I dare not write to her； I dare not write to her father； or else I would。 She has shot me through with poisoned arrows； and I think another 〃winged wound 〃 would finish me。 It is a pleasant sort of balm （as you express it） she has left in my heart！ One thing I agree with you in； it will remain there for ever； but yet not very long。 It festers； and consumes me。 If it were not for my little boy； whose face I see struck blank at the news； looking through the world for pity and meeting with contempt instead； I should soon； I fear； settle the question by my death。 That recollection is the only thought that brings my wandering reason to an anchor；