Pray, sir, dear sir, said I, excuse me, don't vex my lady:--Be silent, my
dear love, said he; you see already what you have got by your sweet
condescension. You have thrown yourself at her feet, and, insolent as
she is, she has threatened to trample upon you. She'll ask you,
presently, if she is to owe her excuse to your interposition? and yet
nothing else can make her forgiven.
Poor lady, she could not bear this; and, as if she was discomposed, she
ran to her poor grieved woman, and took hold of her hand, and said, Lead
me down, lead me down, Beck! Let us instantly quit this house, this
cursed house, that once I took pleasure in! Order the fellows to get
ready, and I will never see it, nor its owner, more. And away she went
down stairs, in a great hurry. And the servants were ordered to make
ready for their departure.
I saw my master was troubled, and I went to him, and said, Pray, dear
sir, follow my lady down, and pacify her. 'Tis her love to you.--Poor
woman! said he, I am concerned for her! But I insist upon your coming
down, since things are gone so far. Her pride will get new strength
else, and we shall be all to begin again.
Dearest, dear sir, said I, excuse my going down this once! Indeed, my
dear, I won't, replied he.
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