Mrs. Jewkes came up: Always writing! said she; and would see it: And
strait, all that ever I could say, carried it down to my master.--He
looked upon it, and said, Tell her, she shall soon see how her prayers
are answered; she is very bold: but as she has rejected all my favours,
her reckoning for all is not far off. I looked after him out of the
window; and he was charmingly dressed: To be sure he is a handsome fine
gentleman!--What pity his heart is not as good as his appearance! Why
can't I hate him?--But don't be uneasy, if you should see this; for it is
impossible I should love him; for his vices all ugly him over, as I may
say.
My master sends word, that he shall not come home to dinner: I suppose he
dines with this Sir Simon Darnford. I am much concerned for poor Mr.
Williams. Mrs. Jewkes says, he is confined still, and takes on much.
All his trouble is brought upon him for my sake: This grieves me much.
My master, it seems, will have his money from him. This is very hard;
for it is three fifty pounds, he gave him, as he thought, as a salary for
three years that he has been with him: but there was no agreement between
them; and he absolutely depended on my master's favour. To be sure, it
was the more generous of him to run these risks for the sake of oppressed
innocence: and I hope he will meet with his reward in due time.
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