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CHAP. IV - Contains the Conclusion of Selima's letters

from BOOK IV

Carol Stewart
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University of Southampton
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LETTER VII.

To Belinda, at Bath.

Dearest Belinda,

Now may all the Gods of love and wit inspire my pen to describe to you as it deserves, the bless'd reverse in my condition since the last melancholy epistle you receiv'd from me; – I was then plung'd in the lowest pit of deep despair, and am now raised to the highest summit of human felicity: – in a word, I am the contracted spouse of Dorantes; and as soon as the preparations for our wedding can be got ready, shall be the declared *****of******.

Methinks I see the surprise I put you in; – you will doubtless cry out, – How can this be! when Dorantes has already confess'd himself the lawful husband of another! – It seems, indeed, a paradox, – yet stands in no need of school-learning to be explain'd, – as you will presently discover.

After the loss of both my lovers, as I then imagined, I scarce did any thing but lie upon the bed and weep for two whole days together; – my father, instead of saying any thing to console my afflictions, added to them by his reproaches; – he told me, – that he knew what it would come to; – that dressing myself up like a Bartholomew-baby would never get me an husband, – and such like stuff, as you know his low way of expressing himself; – but thank Heaven the tables are now turned upon him; and if respect for my mamma did not restrain me, I should return his flouts with interest.

One afternoon, as I was sitting at the window with the sash drawn up, musing on my unhappy fate, I saw Dorantes's chariot come to the door; – while his footman knock'd, he look'd out and made me a very respectful bow; – I was amaz'd, but thought it would be too gross an affront, to a man of his quality, to be denied to him as he saw I was at home; nor had I time for such a thing, if I would have done it; for the maid who open'd the door shew'd him directly up stairs.

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The Invisible Spy
by Eliza Haywood
, pp. 189 - 194
Publisher: Pickering & Chatto
First published in: 2014

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