I beg ure Onur not to menshion ani thing of what I haf
sad, for I wish ure Onur all thee gud luk in the wurld; and I don't
cuestion butt thatt u will haf Madam Sofia in the end; butt ass to
miself ure onur nose I kant bee of ani farder sarvis to u in that
matar, nou bein under thee cumand off anuther parson, and note one
mistress, I begg ure Onur to say nothing of what past, and belive me
to be, sir, ure Onur's umble servant to cumand till deth,
HONOUR BLACKMORE
Various were the conjectures which Jones entertained on this step of
Lady Bellaston; who, in reality, had little farther design than to
secure within her own house the repository of a secret, which she
chose should make no farther progress than it had made already; but
mostly, she desired to keep it from the ears of Sophia; for though
that young lady was almost the only one who would never have
repeated it again, her ladyship could not persuade herself of this;
since, as she now hated poor Sophia with most implacable hatred, she
conceived a reciprocal hatred to herself to be lodged in the tender
breast of our heroine, where no such passion had ever yet found an
entrance.
While Jones was terrifying himself with the apprehension of a
thousand dreadful machinations, and deep political designs, which he
imagined to be at the bottom of the promotion of Honour, Fortune,
who hitherto seems to have been an utter enemy to his match with
Sophia, tried a new method to put a final end to it, by throwing a
temptation in his way, which in his present desperate situation it
seemed unlikely he should be able to resist.
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