But the
divine grace is not confined to space; and remorse may, and I hope has,
smitten him to the heart at once, for his injuries to poor me! Yet I
won't be too secure neither.
Having opportunity, I send now what I know will grieve you to the heart.
But I hope I shall bring my next scribble myself; and so conclude, though
half broken-hearted, Your ever dutiful DAUGHTER.
LETTER XXVII
DEAR FATHER AND MOTHER,
I am glad I desired you not to meet me, and John says you won't; for he
told you he is sure I shall get a passage well enough, either behind some
one of my fellow-servants on horseback, or by farmer Nichols's means: but
as to the chariot he talked to you of, I can't expect that favour, to be
sure; and I should not care for it, because it would look so much above
me. But farmer Brady, they say, has a chaise with one horse, and we hope
to borrow that, or hire it, rather than fail; though money runs a little
lowish, after what I have laid out; but I don't care to say so here;
though I warrant I might have what I would of Mrs. Jervis, or Mr.
Jonathan, or Mr. Longman; but then how shall I pay it? you'll say: And,
besides, I don't love to be beholden.
But the chief reason I'm glad you don't set out to meet me, is the
uncertainty; for it seems I must stay another week still, and hope
certainly to go Thursday after.
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