I won't be angry,
said he. Why, then, sir, said I, you cannot be my late good lady's son;
for she loved me, and taught me virtue. You cannot then be my master;
for no master demeans himself so to his poor servant.
He put his arm round me, and his other hand on my neck, which made me
more angry and bold: and he said, What then am I? Why, said I,
(struggling from him, and in a great passion,) to be sure you are Lucifer
himself, in the shape of my master, or you could not use me thus. These
are too great liberties, said he, in anger; and I desire that you will
not repeat them, for your own sake: For if you have no decency towards
me, I'll have none towards you.
I was running from him, and he said, Come back, when I bid you.--So,
knowing every place was alike dangerous to me, and I had nobody to run
to, I came back, at his call; and seeing him look displeased, I held my
hands together, and wept, and said, Pray, sir, forgive me. No, said he,
rather say, Pray, Lucifer, forgive me! And, now, since you take me for
the devil, how can you expect any good from me?--How, rather, can you
expect any thing but the worst treatment from me?--You have given me a
character, Pamela; and blame me not that I act up to it. Sir, said I,
let me beg you to forgive me: I am really sorry for my boldness; but
indeed you don't use me like a gentleman: and how can I express my
resentment, if I mince the matter, while you are so indecent? Precise
fool! said he, what indecencies have I offered you?--I was bewitched I
had not gone through my purpose last Sunday night; and then your
licentious tongue had not given the worst name to little puny freedoms,
that shew my love and my folly at the same time.
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