Alas! sir, this is
nothing: For what's the promise of a person who thinks himself at liberty
to act as he has done by me? If he comes, it must be to ruin me; and
come to be sure he will, when he thinks he has silenced the clamours of
my friends, and lulled me, as no doubt he hopes, into a fatal security.
'Now, therefore, sir, is all the time I have to work and struggle for the
preservation of my honesty. If I stay till he comes, I am undone. You
have a key to the back garden door; I have great hopes from that. Study,
good sir, and contrive for me. I will faithfully keep your secret.--Yet
I should be loath to have you suffer for me! I say no more, but commit
this to the happy tiles, in the bosom of that earth, where, I hope, my
deliverance will take root, and bring forth such fruit, as may turn to my
inexpressible joy, and your eternal reward, both here and hereafter: As
shall ever pray, 'Your oppressed humble servant.'
Thursday.
This completes a terrible week since my setting out, as I hoped to see
you, my dear father and mother. O how different were my hopes then, from
what they are now! Yet who knows what these happy tiles may produce!
But I must tell you, first, how I have been beaten by Mrs.
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