--So that with a heart more ugly than her face, she
frightens me sadly: and I am undone to be sure, if God does not protect
me; for she is very, very wicked--indeed she is.
This is poor helpless spite in me:--But the picture is too near the truth
notwithstanding. She sends me a message just now, that I shall have my
shoes again, if I will accept of her company to walk with me in the
garden.--To waddle with me, rather, thought I.
Well, 'tis not my business to quarrel with her downright. I shall be
watched the narrower, if I do; and so I will go with the hated wretch.--O
for my dear Mrs. Jervis! or, rather, to be safe with my dear father and
mother.
Oh! I am out of my wits for joy! Just as I have got my shoes on, I am
told John, honest John, is come on horseback!--A blessing on his faithful
heart! What joy is this! But I'll tell you more by and by. I must not
let her know I am so glad to see this dear blessed John, to be sure!--
Alas! but he looks sad, as I see him out of the window! What can be the
matter!--I hope my dear parents are well, and Mrs. Jervis, and Mr.
Longman, and every body, my naughty master not excepted;--for I wish him
to live and repent of all his wickedness to poor me.
O dear heart! what a world do we live in!--I am now come to take up my
pen again: But I am in a sad taking truly! Another puzzling trial, to be
sure.
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