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Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded by Samuel Richardson
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I looked up when I got to the chariot, and I saw my master at the window,
in his gown; and I courtesied three times to him very low, and prayed for
him with my hands lifted up; for I could not speak; indeed I was not
able: And he bowed his head to me, which made me then very glad he would
take such notice of me; and in I stepped, and was ready to burst with
grief; and could only, till Robin began to drive, wave my white
handkerchief to them, wet with my tears: and, at last, away he drove,
Jehu-like, as they say, out of the court-yard. And I too soon found I
had cause for greater and deeper grief.

Well, said I to myself, at this rate I shall soon be with my dear father
and mother; and till I had got, as I supposed, half-way, I thought of the
good friends I had left: And when, on stopping for a little bait to the
horses, Robin told me I was near half-way, I thought it was high time to
wipe my eyes, and think to whom I was going; as then, alack for me! I
thought. So I began to ponder what a meeting I should have with you; how
glad you'd both be to see me come safe and innocent to you, after all my
dangers: and so I began to comfort myself, and to banish the other gloomy
side from my mind; though, too, it returned now and then; for I should be
ungrateful not to love them for their love.

Well, I believe I set out about eight o'clock in the morning; and I
wondered and wondered, when it was about two, as I saw by a church dial,
in a little village as we passed through, that I was still more and more
out of my knowledge. Hey-day, thought I, to drive this strange pace, and
to be so long a going a little more than twenty miles, is very odd! But
to be sure, thought I, Robin knows the way.

At last he stopped, and looked about him, as if he was at a loss for the
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