The daughter came up, and said, Mr. Robert had given her a letter to give
me; and there it was. I raised myself, and saw it was the hand and seal
of the wicked wretch, my master, directed to Mrs. Pamela Andrews.--This
was a little better than to have him here; though, if he had, he must
have been brought through the air; for I thought I was.
The good woman (for I began to see things about a little reputable, and
no guile appearing in them, but rather a face of grief for my grief)
offered me a glass of some cordial water, which I accepted, for I was
ready to sink; and then I sat up in a chair a little, though very
faintish: and they brought me two candles, and lighted a brushwood fire;
and said, if I called, I should be waited on instantly; and so left me to
ruminate on my sad condition, and to read my letter, which I was not able
to do presently. After I had a little come to myself, I found it to
contain these words:
'DEAR PAMELA,
'The passion I have for you, and your obstinacy, have constrained me to
act by you in a manner that I know will occasion you great trouble and
fatigue, both of mind and body. Yet, forgive me, my dear girl; for,
although I have taken this step, I will, by all that's good and holy! use
you honourably.
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