JULIET, IN REPLY.
Come to me, immediately, Sarah; immediately, if you
have life enough left; or, if you are so ill that you cannot
come, let me be informed by the return post; and I will
go to you, weak and fearful as I am. You may depend
upon this. Mr. John Omar has left town; or I should
send him to you; and his brother, who is daily expected,
has not yet arrived. Come to me, Sarah! my sister!
and, on your life, do not see Randolph again: I cannot
reason with thee, my dear Sarah,—dearer to me than
ever, for thy sorrow and suffering, and penitence. I
know how to feel for thee. I can understand it all—all!
thy contrition, horrour and amazement. I shall expect
my sister every hour.
