The Captain is a pretty man, to be sure; tall and
strait, and well made; with light-grey eyes, and a Roman nose;
but there is a certain boldness in his look and manner, that puts
one out of countenance -- But I am afraid I have put you out of
all patience with this long unconnected scrawl; which I shall
therefore conclude, with assuring you, that neither Bath, nor
London, nor all the diversions of life, shall ever be able to
efface the idea of my dear Letty, from the heart of her ever
affectionate
LYDIA MELFORD
To Mrs MARY JONES, at Brambleton-hall.
DEAR MOLLY JONES,
Heaving got a frank, I now return your fever, which I received by
Mr Higgins, at the Hot Well, together with the stockings, which
his wife footed for me; but now they are of no survice. No body
wears such things in this place -- O Molly! you that live in the
country have no deception of our doings at Bath. Here is such
dressing, and fidling, and dancing, and gadding, and courting and
plotting -- O gracious! if God had not given me a good stock of
discretion, what a power of things might not I reveal, consarning
old mistress and young mistress; Jews with beards that were no
Jews; but handsome Christians, without a hair upon their sin,
strolling with spectacles, to get speech of Miss Liddy.
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