LETTER XXX.
Miss Clarissa Harlowe, To Hannah Burton.
Thursday, June 29.
My good Hannah,
Strange things have happened to me, since you were dismissed my service (so sorely against my will) and your pert fellow-servant set over me. But that must be all forgotten now---
How do you, my Hannah? Are you recovered of you illness? If you are, Do you chuse to come and be with me? Or can you conveniently?
I am a very unhappy creature, and, being among all strangers, should be glad to have you with me, of whose Fidelity and Love I have had so many acceptable instances.
Living or dying, I will endeavour to make it worth your while, my Hannah.
If you are recovered, as I hope, and if you have a good place, it may be they would bear with your absence, and suffer somebody in your room for a month
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or so: And, by that time, I hope to be provided for, and you may then return to your place.
Don't let any of my friends know of this my desire; whether you can come or not.
I am at Mr. Smith's, a Hosier's and Glove-shop, in King-street, Covent-garden.
You must direct to me by the name of Rachel Clark.
Do, my good Hannah, come if you can, to your poor young mistress, who always valued you, and always will whether you come or not.
I send this to your Mother at St. Alban's, not knowing where to direct to you. Return me a line, that I may know what to depend upon: And I shall see you have not forgotten the pretty hand you were taught, in happy days, by
Your true Friend,
Clarissa Harlowe.