"P. PICKLE."
This epistle was immediately transmitted by Godfrey to his wife, who
perused it with marks of the most humane sympathy; and, carrying it
into her sister's chamber, "Here is something," said she, presenting
the paper, "which I must recommend to your serious attention." Emilia,
who immediately guessed the meaning of this address, absolutely
refused to look upon it, or even to hear it read, till her brother,
entering her apartment, reprimanded her sharply for her obstinacy
and pride, accused her of folly and dissimulation, and entered
so warmly into the interests of his friend, that she thought him
unkind in his remonstrances, and, bursting into a flood of tears,
reproached him with partiality and want of affection. Godfrey, who
entertained the most perfect love and veneration for his sister,
asked pardon for having given offence, and, kissing the drops
from her fair eyes, begged she would, for his sake, listen to the
declaration of his friend.
Thus solicited, she could not refuse to hear the letter, which, when
he had repeated, she lamented her own fate in being the occasion
of so much uneasiness, desired her brother to assure Mr.
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