It is indeed a twofold grief, and a twofold pleasure.--As
how, my dear? said he. Why, sir, replied I, I cannot help being grieved
for the poor mother of this sweet babe, to think, if she be living, that
she must call her chiefest delight her shame: If she be no more, that she
must have had such remorse on her poor mind, when she came to leave the
world, and her little babe: And, in the second place, I grieve, that it
must be thought a kindness to the dear little soul, not to let her know
how near the dearest relation she has in the world is to her.--Forgive
me, dear sir, I say not this to reproach you, in the least. Indeed I
don't. And I have a twofold cause of joy; first, That I have had the
grace to escape the like unhappiness with this poor gentlewoman: and
next, That this discovery has given me an opportunity to shew the
sincerity of my grateful affection for you, sir, in the love I will
always express to this dear child.
And then I stept to her again, and kissed her; and said, Join with me, my
pretty love, to beg your dear uncle to let you come and live with your
new aunt: Indeed, my little precious, I'll love you dearly.
Will you, sir? said the little charmer; will you let me go and live with
my aunt?
You are very good, my Pamela, said he.
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