--And I don't suppose but you'll hold it still: and
nobody will be able to prevail upon you. But, my child, (sneeringly he
spoke it,) do but consider what a fine opportunity you will then have for
a tale every day to good mother Jervis, and what subjects for letter-
writing to your father and mother, and what pretty preachments you may
hold forth to the young gentlemen. Ad's my heart! I think it would be
the best thing you and she could do.
You do well, sir, said I, to even your wit to such a poor maiden as me:
but, permit me to say, that if you was not rich and great, and I poor and
little, you would not insult me thus.--Let me ask you, sir, if you think
this becomes your fine clothes, and a master's station: Why so serious,
my pretty Pamela? said he: Why so grave? And would kiss me; but my heart
was full, and I said, Let me alone; I will tell you, if you was a king,
and insulted me as you have done, that you have forgotten to act like a
gentleman; and I won't stay to be used thus: I will go to the next
farmer's, and there wait for Mrs. Jervis, if she must go: and I'd have
you know, sir, that I can stoop to the ordinariest work of your
scullions, for all these nasty soft hands, sooner than bear such
ungentlemanly imputations.
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