Why, sir, said she, I knew a bashful young lady, as madam may be, married
to--Dear Mrs. Jewkes, interrupted I, no more of your story, I beseech
you; I don't like the beginning of it. Go on, Mrs. Jewkes, said my
master. No, pray, sir, don't require it, said I, pray don't. Well, said
he, then we'll have it another time, Mrs. Jewkes.
Abraham coming in to tell him the gentlemen were going, and that his
chariot was ready; I am glad of that, said he; and went to them, and set
out with them.
I took a turn in the garden with Mrs. Jewkes, after they were gone: And
having walked a while, I said, I should be glad of her company down the
elm-walk, to meet the chariot: For, O! I know not how to look up at him,
when he is with me; nor how to bear his absence, when I have reason to
expect him: What a strange contradiction there is in this unaccountable
passion.
What a different aspect every thing in and about this house bears now, to
my thinking, to what it once had! The garden, the pond, the alcove, the
elm-walk. But, oh! my prison is become my palace; and no wonder every
thing wears another face!
We sat down upon the broad stile, leading towards the road; and Mrs.
Jewkes was quite another person to me, to what she was the last time I
sat there.
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