And so being now ready, and not called to breakfast, I sat down and wrote
thus far.
I might have mentioned, that I dressed myself in a rich white satin
night-gown, that had been my good lady's, and my best head-clothes, etc.
I have got such a knack of writing, that when I am by myself, I cannot
sit without a pen in my hand.--But I am now called to breakfast. I
suppose the gentlemen are come.--Now, courage, Pamela! Remember thou art
upon thy good behaviour!--Fie upon it! my heart begins to flutter again!
--Foolish heart! be still! Never, sure, was any maiden's perverse heart
under so little command as mine!--It gave itself away, at first, without
my leave; it has been, for weeks, pressing me with its wishes; and yet
now, when it should be happy itself, and make me so, it is throb, throb,
throb, like a little fool! and filling me with such unseasonable
misgivings, as abate the rising comforts of all my better prospects.
Thursday, near three o'clock.
I thought I should have found no time nor heart to write again this day.
But here are three gentlemen come, unexpectedly, to dine with my master;
and so I shall not appear. He has done all he could, civilly, to send
them away; but they will stay, though I believe he had rather they would
not.
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