THURSDAY, THREE O'CLOCK, AUG. 31
This , Lovelace , is the woman whose life thou hast curtailed in the blossom of it ! -- How many opportunities must thou have had of admiring her inestimable worth , yet couldst have thy senses so much absorbed in the WOMAN , in her charming person , as to be blind to the ANGEL , that shines out in such full glory in her mind ! Indeed , I have ever thought myself , when blest with her conversation , in the company of a real angel : and I am sure it would be impossible for me , were she to be as beautiful , and as crimsoned over with health , as I have seen her , to have the least thought of sex , when I heard her talk . THURSDAY , THREE O'CLOCK , AUG. 31 . On my re-visit to the lady , I found her almost as much a sufferer from joy as she had sometimes been from grief ; for she had just received a very kind letter from her cousin Morden ; which she was so good as to communicate to me . As she had already begun to answer it , I begged leave to attend her in the evening , that I might not interrupt her in it . The letter is a very tender one * * * * -LSB- Here Mr. Belford gives the substance of it upon his memory ; but that is omitted ; as the letter is given at length -LRB- see the next letter . -RRB-