Jewkes, and said, O,
madam, madam! here's a piteous thing!--Mrs. Pamela lies drowned in the
pond. Thither they all ran; and finding my clothes, doubted not I was at
the bottom; and they all, Swiss among the rest, beat their breasts, and
made most dismal lamentations; and Mrs. Jewkes sent Nan to the men, to
bid them get the drag-net ready, and leave the horses, and come to try to
find the poor innocent! as she, it seems, then called me, beating her
breast, and lamenting my hard hap; but most what would become of them,
and what account they should give to my master.
While every one was thus differently employed, some weeping and wailing,
some running here and there, Nan came into the wood-house; and there lay
poor I; so weak, so low, and dejected, and withal so stiff with my
bruises, that I could not stir, nor help myself to get upon my feet. And
I said, with a low voice, (for I could hardly speak,) Mrs. Ann! Mrs.
Ann!--The creature was sadly frightened, but was taking up a billet to
knock me on the head, believing I was some thief, as she said; but I
cried out, O Mrs. Ann, Mrs. Ann, help me, for pity's sake, to Mrs.
Jewkes! for I cannot get up!--Bless me, said she, what! you, madam!--Why,
our hearts are almost broken, and we were going to drag the pond for you,
believing you had drowned yourself.
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