Well, said I, you will not, I hope, do an unlawful or wicked thing, for
any master in the world. Look ye, said she, he is my master; and if he
bids me do any thing that I can do, I think I ought to do it; and let
him, who has his power to command me, look to the lawfulness of it. Why,
said I, suppose he should bid you cut my throat, Would you do it?
There's no danger of that, said she; but to be sure I would not; for then
I should be hanged! for that would be murder. Well, said I, and suppose
he should resolve to ensnare a poor young creature, and ruin her, would
you assist him in that? For to rob a person of her virtue is worse than
cutting her throat.
Why now, says she, how strangely you talk! Are not the two sexes made
for one another? And is it not natural for a gentleman to love a pretty
woman? And suppose he can obtain his desires, is that so bad as cutting
her throat? And then the wretch fell a laughing, and talked most
impertinently, and shewed me, that I had nothing to expect from her
virtue or conscience: and this gave me great mortification; for I was in
hopes of working upon her by degrees.
So we ended our discourse here, and I bid her shew me where I must lie.--
Why, said she, lie where you list, madam; I can tell you, I must lie with
you for the present.
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