Jones, who was hardly able to ſupport himſelf, offered her his Arm, which ſhe condeſcended to accept, but begged he would not mention a Word more to her of this Nature at preſent. He promiſed he would not, inſiſting only on her Forgiveneſs of what Love, without the Leave of his Will, had forced from him: This, ſhe told him, he knew how to obtain by his future Behaviour; and thus this young Pair tottered and trembled along, the Lover not once daring to ſqueeze the Hand of his Miſtreſs, tho’ it was locked in his.
Sophia immediately retired to her Chamber, where Mrs. Honour and the Harſhorn were ſummoned to her Aſſiſtance. As to poor Jones, the only Relief to his diſtempered Mind, was an unwelcome Piece of News, which, as it opens a Scene of a different Nature from thoſe in which the Reader hath lately been converſant, will be communicated to him in the next Chapter.
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