My yesterday’s letter will be a sufficient answer
to yours of this morning. I can only repeat, that I will no more consent to
delay and trifling, and that I consider your fulfilment of your sacred promise
as the touchstone of your affection, and the only means of regaining my
confidence, at present, I confess, somewhat in abeyance.
I do not mean to accuse you of deceit, as you have so
often said, but while your wishes extend in proportion to my facility in
complying with them—while your love of pleasure (now no longer disguised)
exceeds your love for me, and your regard for your own honour and pledged
word—while your
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