Alas! sir, said I, what poor abilities I
have, serve only to make me more miserable!--I have no pleasure in my
memory, which impresses things upon me, that I could be glad never were,
or everlastingly to forget.
Well, said he, so much for that--But where are the accounts (since you
have kept so exact a journal of all that has befallen you) previous to
these here in my hand? My father has them, sir, said I.--By whose means?
said he--By Mr. Williams's, said I. Well answered, said he. But cannot
you contrive to get me a sight of them? That would be pretty! said I. I
wish I could have contrived to have kept those you have from your sight.
Said he, I must see them, Pamela, or I shall never be easy; for I must
know how this correspondence between you and Williams began: and if I can
see them, it shall be better for you, if they answer what these give me
hope they will.
I can tell you, sir, very faithfully, said I, what the beginning was; for
I was bold enough to be the beginner. That won't do, said he; for though
this may appear a punctilio to you, to me it is of high importance. Sir,
said I, if you please to let me go to my father, I will send them to you
by any messenger you shall send for them. Will you so? But I dare say,
if you will write for them, they will send them to you, without the
trouble of such a journey to yourself: and I beg you will.
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