ABSTRACT
In a short time after I separated from my forlorn companion, I arrived at Bath; where, on entering the first inn, and being ushered into a parlour, I proceeded to examine the paper which the stranger had given me: judge of my consternation, my grief, my surprise, when I read the address of Mr. Randolph, in the hand-writing of the detested Lady Aubrey. The paper was covered with lines on the back of the superscription; and, as soon as astonishment gave me power to unfold it, I read the following words, continuing a subject which had been begun on the other half of the letter:
