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Richardson, Samuel, 1689-1761

"Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded"

And, said he, did I not tell you so at first?
I cannot yet believe you, said she; because, in this particular, I had
rather have called you knave than fool.--Provoke me not too much, said
he; for, if I should as much forget myself as you have done, you'd have
no more of a brother in me, than I have a sister in you.
Who married you? said she: tell me that! Was it not a broken attorney in
a parson's habit? Tell me truly, in the wench's hearing. When she's
undeceived, she'll know how to behave herself better! Thank God, thought
I, it is not so.
No, said he; and I'll tell you, that I bless God, I abhorred that
project, before it was brought to bear: and Mr. Williams married us.--Nay
then, said she--but answer me another question or two, I beseech you: Who
gave her away? Parson Peters, said he. Where was the ceremony
performed? In my little chapel, which you may see, as it was put in
order on purpose.
Now, said she, I begin to fear there is something in it! But who was
present? said she. Methinks, replied he, I look like a fine puppy, to
suffer myself to be thus interrogated by an insolent sister: but, if you
must know, Mrs. Jewkes was present. O the procuress! said she: But
nobody else? Yes, said he, all my heart and soul!
Wretch! said she; and what would thy father and mother have said, had
they lived to this day? Their consents, replied he, I should have
thought it my duty to ask; but not yours, madam.


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