Liber Amoris, or, the New Pygmalion by William Hazlitt
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it. Whether art or nature, it is sublime. I told her I should write
and tell you so, and that I parted from her, confiding, adoring!--She is beyond me, that's certain. Do go and see her, and desire her not to give my present address to a single soul, and learn if the lodging is let, and to whom. My letter to her is as follows. If she shews the least remorse at it, I'll be hanged, though it might move a stone, I modestly think. (See before, Part I. first letter.) N.B.--I have begun a book of our conversations (I mean mine and the statue's) which I call LIBER AMORIS. I was detained at Stamford and found myself dull, and could hit upon no other way of employing my time so agreeably. LETTER II Dear P----, Here, without loss of time, in order that I may have your opinion upon it, is little Yes and No's answer to my last. "Sir, I should not have disregarded your injunction not to send you any more letters that might come to you, had I not promised the Gentleman who left the enclosed to forward it the earliest opportunity, as he said it was of consequence. Mr. P---- called the day after you left town. My mother and myself are much obliged by your kind offer of tickets to |
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