So I looked into the closet, and kneeled down in my own, as I used to do,
to say my prayers, and this with my underclothes in my hand, all
undressed; and passed by the poor sleeping wench, as I thought, in my
return. But, oh! little did I think it was my wicked, wicked master, in
a gown and petticoat of hers, and her apron over his face and shoulders.
What meanness will not Lucifer make his votaries stoop to, to gain their
abominable ends!
Mrs. Jewkes, by this time, was got to bed, on the farther side, as she
used to be; and, to make room for the maid, when she should awake, I got
into bed, and lay close to her. And I said, Where are the keys? though,
said I, I am not so much afraid to-night. Here, said the wicked woman,
put your arm under mine, and you shall find them about my wrist, as they
used to be. So I did, and the abominable designer held my hand with her
right-hand, as my right-arm was under her left.
In less than a quarter of an hour, I said, There's poor Nan awake; I hear
her stir. Let us go to sleep, said she, and not mind her: she'll come to
bed, when she's quite awake. Poor soul! said I, I'll warrant she will
have the head-ache finely to-morrow for this! Be silent, said she, and
go to sleep; you keep me awake; and I never found you in so talkative a
humour in my life.
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