end
to serve by his own vindication, in which I shall not be a personal
sufferer, let him make himself appear as white as an angel, with all my
heart.

My love for her, and the excellent character I gave her, were then
pleaded.

Cl. Specious seducer!--Only tell me if I cannot get away from him by
some back way?

How my heart then went pit-a-pat, to speak in the female dialect.

Cl. Let me look out--[I heard the sash lifted up.]--Whither does that
path lead? Is there no possibility of getting to a coach? Surely he
must deal with some fiend, or how could he have found me out? Cannot I
steal to some neighbouring house, where I may be concealed till I can get
quite away? You are good people!--I have not been always among such!--
O help me, help me, Ladies! [with a voice of impatience,] or I am ruined!

Then pausing, Is that the way to Hendon? [pointing, I suppose.] Is
Hendon a private place?--The Hampstead coach, I am told, will carry
passengers thither.

Mrs. Moore. I have an honest friend at Mill-Hill, [Devil fetch her!
thought I,] where, if such be your determination, Madam, and if you think
yourself in danger, you may be safe, I believe.

Cl. Any where, if I can but escape from this man! Whither does that
path lead, out yonder?--What is that town on the right hand called?

Mrs. Moore. Highgate, Madam.

Miss R. On the side of the heath is a little village, called North-end.
A kinswoman of mine lives there. But her house is small. I am not sure
she could accommodate such a lady.

Devil take her too! thought I,--I imagined that I had made myself a
better interest in these women. But the whole sex love plotting--and
plotters too, Jack.

Cl. A barn, an outhouse, a garret, will be a palace to me, if it will
but afford me a refuge from this man!

Her senses, thought I, are much livelier than mine.--What a devil have
I done, that she should be so very implacable? I told thee, Belford, all
I did: Was there any thing in it so very much amiss? Such prospects of a
family reconciliation before her too! To be sure she is a very sensible
lady!

She then espied my new servant walking under the window, and asked if he
were not one of mine?

Will. was on the look-out for old Grimes, [so is the fellow called whom
my beloved has dispatched to Miss Howe.] And being told that the man she
saw was my servant; I see, said she, that there is no escaping, unless
you, Madam, [to Miss Rawlins, I suppose