Volume 1, Letter 29: From Eloisa to Clara

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​​​​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​⁠Stay, stay, where you are! I intreat, I conjure you, never never think of returning, at least, not to me. I ought never to see you more; for now, alas, I can never behold you as I ought. Where wert thou my tender friend, my only safeguard, my guardian angel? When thou withdrewest, ruin instantly ensued. Was that fatal absence of yours so indispensable, so necessary, and couldest thou leave thy fri