WEDNESDAY, FIVE O'CLOCK
The very repetition of this fills me with almost equal concern to that which I felt at the time . I must lay down my pen . Mistiness , which give to the deluged eye the appearance of all the colours in the rainbow , will not permit me to write on . WEDNESDAY , FIVE O'CLOCK I will now add a few lines -- My aunt , as she went down from me , was met at the foot of the stairs by my sister , who seemed to think she had staid a good while after her ; and hearing her last words prescribing to me implicit duty , praised her for it , and exclaimed against my obstinacy . Did you ever hear of such perverseness , Madam ? said she : Could you have thought that your Clarissa and every body 's Clarissa , was such a girl ? -- And who , as you said , is to submit , her father or she ?