Said she, Did I not love you so well, as sister never loved a brother, I
should not have given you all this trouble. And did I not, said he, love
you better than you are resolved to deserve, I should be indifferent to
all you say. But this last instance, after the duelling story (which you
would not have mentioned, had you not known it is always matter of
concern for me to think upon), of poor Sally Godfrey, is a piece of spite
and meanness, that I can renounce you my blood for.
Well, said she, I am convinced it was wrong. I am ashamed of it myself.
'Twas poor, 'twas mean, 'twas unworthy of your sister: And 'tis for this
reason I stoop to follow you, to beg your pardon, and even to procure one
for my advocate, who I thought had some interest in you, if I might have
believed your own professions to her; which now I shall begin to think
made purposely to insult me.
I care not what you think!--After the meanness you have been guilty of, I
can only look upon you with pity: For, indeed, you have fallen very low
with me.
'Tis plain I have, said she. But I'll begone.--And so, brother, let me
call you for this once! God bless you! And Pamela, said her ladyship,
God bless you! and kissed me, and wept.
I durst say no more: And my lady turning from him, he said, Your sex is
the d---l! how strangely can you discompose, calm, and turn, as you
please, us poor weathercocks of men! Your last kind blessing to my
Pamela I cannot stand! Kiss but each other again.
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