And now, my dear, let me ask you; have I come up to your expectation? If I have not, when my mind is more at ease, I will endeavour to please you better. For, methinks, my sentences drag; my style creeps; my imagination is sunk; my spirit serves me not; only to tell you, that whether I have little or much, it is all devoted to the commands of my dear Miss Howe.
Samuel Richardson, Clarissa; or, The History of a Young Lady













