for me; I was provoked the other Day when I gave you Warning; but if you have a Deſire to ſtay with me, you ſhall.’ ‘To be ſure, Ma’am,’ anſwered Mrs. Honour, ‘I ſhall never deſire to part with your Ladyſhip. To be ſure, I almoſt cried my Eyes out when you gave me Warning. It would be very ungrateful in me, to deſire to leave your Ladyſhip; becauſe as why, I ſhould never get ſo good a Place again. I am ſure I would live and die with your Ladyſhip—for, as poor Mr. Jones, ſaid, happy is the Man—’
Here the Dinner-bell interrupted a Converſation which had wrought ſuch an Effect on Sophia, that ſhe was, perhaps, more obliged to her bleeding in the Morning, than ſhe, at the time, had apprehended ſhe ſhould be. As to the preſent Situation of her Mind, I ſhall adhere to a Rule of Horace, by not attempting to deſcribe it, from Deſpair of Succeſs. Moſt of my Readers will ſuggest it eaſily to themſelves, and the few who cannot, would not underſtand the Picture, or at leaſt would deny it to be natural, if ever ſo well drawn.
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