given ease to my doubts?—Was I to be abandoned, Diego , because I was deceived? or was it kind to take me at my word, whether my suspicions were just or no, and leave me, as you did, a prey to much uncertainty and sorrow? “In what manner Julia has resented this⸺my brother, when he puts this letter into your hands, will tell you; He will tell you in how few moments she repented of the rash message she had sent you⸺in what frantic haste she flew to her lattice, and how many days and nights together she leaned immoveably upon her elbow, looking through it towards the way which Diego was wont to come. “He will tell you, when she heard of your departure—how her spirits deserted her⸺how her heart sicken’d⸺how piteously she mourned⸺how low she hung her head. O Diego! how many weary steps has my brother’s pity led me by the hand languishing to trace out yours; how far has desire carried me beyond strength⸺and how oft have I fainted by the way, and sunk into his arms, with only power to cry out—O my Diego! “If the gentleness of your carriage has not belied your heart, you will fly to me, almost as fast as you fled from me—haste as you will⸺you will arrive but to see me expire.⸻’Tis a bitter draught, Diego , but oh! ’tis embitter’d still more by dying un ⸺⸺”
She could proceed no farther.
Slawkenbergius supposes the word intended was unconvinced , but her strength would not enable her to finish her letter.