I
held out my trembling hand, which he vouchsafed to kiss; and I said, God
forgive you, sir, as you have been just in my distress; and as you will
be just to what you promise! And he withdrew, with a countenance of
remorse, as I hoped; and she shut the doors, and, at my request, brought
the keys to bed.
This, O my dear parents! was a most dreadful trial. I tremble still to
think of it; and dare not recall all the horrid circumstances of it. I
hope, as he assures me, he was not guilty of indecency; but have reason
to bless God, who, by disabling me in my faculties, empowered me to
preserve my innocence; and, when all my strength would have signified
nothing, magnified himself in my weakness.
I was so weak all day on Monday, that I could not get out of my bed. My
master shewed great tenderness for me; and I hope he is really sorry, and
that this will be his last attempt; but he does not say so neither.
He came in the morning, as soon as he heard the door open and I began to
be fearful. He stopped short of the bed, and said, Rather than give you
apprehensions, I will come no farther. I said, Your honour, sir, and
your mercy, is all I have to beg. He sat himself on the side of the bed,
and asked kindly, how I did?--begged me to be composed; said, I still
looked a little wildly.
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