Jewkes, and did not think I heard him, and which, though always uppermost
with me, I did not mention before, because I did not know how to bring it
in, in my writing.

She, I suppose, had been encouraging him in his wickedness; for it was
before the last dreadful trial: and I only heard what he answered.

Said he, I will try once more; but I have begun wrong for I see terror
does but add to her frost; but she is a charming girl, and may be thawed
by kindness; and I should have melted her by love, instead of freezing
her by fear.

Is he not a wicked, sad man for this?--To be sure, I blush while I write
it. But I trust, that that God, who has delivered me from the paw of the
lion and the bear; that is, his and Mrs. Jewkes's violences, will soon
deliver me from this Philistine, that I may not defy the commands of the
living God!

But, as I was saying, this expression coming into my thoughts, I was of
opinion, I could not be too much on my guard, at all times: more
especially when he took such liberties: for he professed honour all the
time with his mouth, while his actions did not correspond. I begged and
prayed he would let me go: and had I not appeared quite regardless of all
he said, and resolved not to stay, if I could help it, I know not how far
he would have proceeded; for I was forced to fall down upon my knees.

At last he walked out with me, still bragging of his honour and his love.
Yes, yes, sir, said I, your honour is to destroy mine: and your love is
to ruin me; I see it too plainly. But, indeed, I will not talk with you,
sir, said I, any more. Do you know, said he, whom you talk to, and where