And Mrs. Jewkes said, There is that
beast of a wench fast asleep, instead of being a-bed! I knew, said she,
she had taken a fine dose. I'll wake her, said I. No, don't, said she;
let her sleep on; we shall he better without her. Ay, said I, so we
shall; but won't she get cold?
Said she, I hope you have no writing to-night. No, replied I, I will go
to bed with you, Mrs. Jewkes. Said she, I wonder what you can find to
write about so much! and am sure you have better conveniences of that
kind, and more paper than I am aware of; and I had intended to rummage
you, if my master had not come down; for I spied a broken tea-cup with
ink, which gave me suspicion: but as he is come, let him look after you,
if he will; and if you deceive him, it will be his own fault.
All this time we were undressing ourselves: And I fetched a deep sigh!
What do you sigh for? said she. I am thinking, Mrs. Jewkes, answered I,
what a sad life I live, and how hard is my lot. I am sure, the thief
that has robbed is much better off than I, 'bating the guilt; and I
should, I think, take it for a mercy, to be hanged out of the way, rather
than live in these cruel apprehensions. So, being not sleepy, and in a
prattling vein, I began to give a little history of myself, as I did,
once before, to Mrs.
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