O the pride,
thought I, I shall have, if I can secure my innocence, and escape the
artful wiles of this wicked master! For, if he comes hither, I am
undone, to be sure! For this naughty woman will assist him, rather than
fail, in the worst of his attempts; and he'll have no occasion to send
her out of the way, as he would have done Mrs. Jervis once. So I must
set all my little wits at work.
It is a grief to me to write, and not to be able to send to you what I
write: but now it is all the diversion I have, and if God will favour my
escape with my innocence, as I trust he graciously will, for all these
black prospects, with what pleasure shall I read them afterwards!
I was going to say, Pray for your dutiful daughter, as I used; but, alas!
you cannot know my distress, though I am sure I have your prayers: And I
will write on as things happen, that if a way should open, my scribble
may be ready to be sent: For what I do, must be at a jerk, to be sure.
O how I want such an obliging honest-hearted man as John!
I am now come to SUNDAY.
Well, here is a sad thing! I am denied by this barbarous woman to go to
church, as I had built upon I might: and she has huffed poor Mr. Williams
all to pieces, for pleading for me. I find he is to be forbid the house,
if she pleases.
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