Lack-a-day, what strange creatures are men! gentlemen, I should say,
rather! For, my dear deserving good mother, though poverty be both your
lots, has had better hap, and you are, and have always been, blest in one
another!--Yet this pleases me too; he was so good, he would not let Mrs.
Jewkes speak ill of me, and scorned to take her odious unwomanly advice.
O, what a black heart has this poor wretch! So I need not rail against
men so much; for my master, bad as I have thought him, is not half so bad
as this woman.--To be sure she must be an atheist!--Do you think she is
not?
We could not reach further than this little poor place and sad alehouse,
rather than inn; for it began to be dark, and Robin did not make so much
haste as he might have done; and he was forced to make hard shift for his
horses.
Mr. Colbrand, and Robert too, are very civil. I see he has got my
portmanteau lashed behind the coach. I did not desire it; but I shall
not come quite empty.
A thorough riddance of me, I see!--Bag and baggage! as Mrs. Jewkes says.
Well, my story surely would furnish out a surprising kind of novel, if it
was to be well told.
Mr. Robert came up to me, just now, and begged me to eat something: I
thanked him; but said, I could not eat.
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