d there she stopt----
Dearest creature, speak out--I beseech you, dearest creature, speak out
----
She was silent; her charming face all in a glow.
Have you, Madam, any reliance upon my honour?
Still silent.
You hate me, Madam! You despise me more than you do the most odious of
God's creatures!
You ought to despise me, if I did not.
You say, Madam, you are in a bad house. You have no reliance upon my
honour--you believe you cannot avoid me----
She arose. I beseech you, let me withdraw.
I snatched her hand, rising, and pressed it first to my lips, and then to
my heart, in wild disorder. She might have felt the bounding mischief
ready to burst its bars--You shall go--to your own apartment, if you
please--But, by the great God of Heaven, I will accompany you thither!
She trembled--Pray, pray, Mr. Lovelace, don't terrify me so!
Be seated, Madam! I beseech you, be seated!----
I will sit down----
Do then--All my soul is in my eyes, and my heart's blood throbbing at my
fingers' ends.
I will--I will--You hurt me--Pray, Mr. Lovelace, don't--don't frighten me
so--And down she sat, trembling; my hand still grasping her's.
I hung over her throbbing bosom, and putting my other arm round her waist
--And you say, you hate me, Madam--and you say, you despise me--and you
say, you promise me nothing----
Yes, yes, I did promise you--let me not be held down thus--you see I sat
down when you bid me--Why [struggling] need you hold me down thus?--I did
promise to endeavour to be easy till Thursday was over! But you won't
let me!--How can I be easy?--Pray, let me not be thus terrified.
And what, Madam, meant you by your promise? Did you mean any thing in my
favour?--You designed that I should, at that time, think you did. Did
you mean any thing in my favour, Madam?--Did you intend that I should
think you did?
Let go my hand, Sir--Take away your arm from about me, [struggling, yet
trembling,]--Why do you gaze upon me so?
Answer me, Madam--Did you mean any thing in my favour by your promise?
Let me be not thus constrained to answer.
Then pausing, and gaining more spirit, Let me go, said she: I am but a
woman--but a weak woman.
But my life is in my own power, though my person is not--I will not be
thus constrained.
You shall not, Madam, quitting her hand, bowing; but my heart is at my
mouth, and hoping farther provocation.
She arose, and was hurrying away.
I pursue you not, Madam--
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