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x2(177) (12th January 1788) You talk of weeping Clarinda; some involuntary drops wet your lines as I read them.-Offend me, my dearest Angel! You cannot offend me: you never offended me! If you had ever given me the least shadow of offence; so pardon me, my God, as I forgive Clarinda-I have read yours again: it has blotted my paper.-Tho' I find your letter has agitated me into a violent headache, I shall take a chair and be with you about eight.-A friend is to be with us at tea on my account, which hinders me from coming sooner.-Forgive, my dearest Clarinda, my unguarded expressions.-For Heaven's sake forgive me, or I shall never be able to bear my own mind!- Your unhappy Sylvander |