--What says my girl to this?
You may well guess, my dear father and mother, how transporting these
kind, these generous and condescending sentiments were to me!--I thought
I had the harmony of the spheres all around me; and every word that
dropped from his lips was as sweet as the honey of Hybla to me.--Oh! sir,
said I, how inexpressibly kind and good is all this! Your poor servant
has a much greater struggle than this to go through, a more knotty
difficulty to overcome.
What is that? said he, a little impatiently: I will not forgive your
doubts now.--No, sir, said I, I cannot doubt; but it is, how I shall
support, how I shall deserve your goodness to me.--Dear girl! said he,
and hugged me to his breast, I was afraid you would have made me angry
again; but that I would not be, because I see you have a grateful heart;
and this your kind and cheerful return, after such cruel usage as you had
experienced in my house, enough to make you detest the place, has made me
resolve to bear any thing in you, but doubts of my honour, at a time when
I am pouring out my soul, with a true and affectionate ardour, before
you.
But, good sir, said I, my greatest concern will be for the rude jests you
will have yourself to encounter with, for thus stooping beneath yourself.
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