took his handkerchief out of his pocket, and walked to the window: What
sort of a day is it? said he.--And then, getting a little more hard-
heartedness, he said, Well, you may be gone from my presence, thou
strange medley of inconsistence! but you shan't stay after your time in
the house.

Nay, pray, sir, pray, sir, said the good old man, relent a little. Ads-
heartikins! you young gentlemen are made of iron and steel, I think; I'm
sure, said he, my heart's turned into butter, and is running away at my
eyes. I never felt the like before.--Said my master, with an imperious
tone, Get out of my presence, hussy! I can't bear you in my sight. Sir,
said I, I'm going as fast as I can.

But, indeed, my dear father and mother, my head was so giddy, and my
limbs trembled so, that I was forced to go holding by the wainscot all
the way with both my hands, and thought I should not have got to the
door: But when I did, as I hoped this would be my last interview with
this terrible hard-hearted master, I turned about, and made a low
courtesy, and said, God bless you, sir! God bless you, Mr. Longman! and
I went into the lobby leading to the great hall, and dropt into the first
chair; for I could get no farther a good while.

I leave all these things to your reflection, my dear parents but I can
write no more. My poor heart's almost broken! Indeed it is--O when
shall I get away!--Send me, good God, in safety, once more to my poor
father's peaceful cot!--and there the worst that can happen will be joy
in perfection to what I now bear!--O pity
Your distressed DAUGHTER.