May I, sir, said I, beg all your anger on myself, and to be reconciled to
your good sister? Presuming Pamela! replied he, and made me start; Art
thou then so hardy, so well able to sustain a displeasure, which of all
things, I expected from thy affection, and thy tenderness, thou would'st
have wished to avoid?--Now, said he, and took my hand, and, as it were,
tossed it from him, begone from my presence, and reflect upon what you
have said to me!
I was so frightened, (for then I saw he took amiss what I said,) that I
took hold of his knees, as he was turning from me; and I said, Forgive
me, good sir! you see I am not so hardy! I cannot bear your displeasure!
And was ready to sink.
His sister said, Only forgive Pamela; 'tis all I ask--You'll break her
spirit quite!--You'll carry your passion as much too far as I have done!
--I need not say, said he, how well I love her; but she must not intrude
upon me at such times as these!--I had intended, as soon as I could have
quelled, by my reason, the tumults you had caused by your violence, to
have come in, and taken such a leave of you both, as might become a
husband, and a brother: But she has, unbidden, broke in upon me, and must
take the consequence of a passion, which, when raised, is as
uncontrollable as your own.
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