In vain were all my prayers and tears to her, to get her not to shew them
to my master. For she said, It had now come out, why I affected to be so
much alone; and why I was always writing. And she thought herself happy,
she said, she had found these; for often and often had she searched every
place she could think of, for writings, to no purpose before. And she
hoped, she said, there was nothing in them by what any body might see;
for, said she, you know you are all innocence!--Insolent creature! said
I, I am sure you are all guilt!--And so you must do your worst; for now I
can't help myself, and I see there is no mercy to be expected from you.
Just now, my master being come up, she went to him upon the stairs, and
gave him my papers. There, sir, said she; you always said Mrs. Pamela
was a great writer; but I never could get at any thing of hers before.
He took them; and, without coming to me, went down to the parlour again.
And what with the gipsy affair, and what with this, I could not think of
going down to dinner; and she told him that too; and so I suppose I shall
have him up stairs, as soon as his company is gone.
Saturday, six o'clock.
My master came up, and, in a pleasanter manner than I expected, said, So,
Pamela, we have seized, it seems, your treasonable papers? Treasonable!
said I, very sullenly.
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