LETTER XXV.
Mr. Lovelace, To John Belford, Esq;
Sunday afternoon.
O Belford! what a hair's-breadth escape have I had!---Such an one, that I tremble between terror and joy, at the thoughts of what might have happened, and did not.
What a perverse girl is this, to contend with her Fate; yet has reason to think, that her very Stars fight against her! I am the luckiest of men!---But
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my breath almost fails me, when I reflect upon what a slender thread my Destiny hung.
But not to keep thee in suspense; I have, within this half-hour, obtained possession of the expected Letter from Miss Howe---And by such an accident! But here, with the former, I dispatch this; thy messenger waiting.