goodness heaped upon me rich clothes, and other bounties: and as
I am now returning to my poor parents again so soon, I cannot wear those
good things without being hooted at; and so have bought what will be
more suitable to my degree, and be a good holiday-suit too, when I get
home.

He then took me in his arms, and presently pushed me from him. Mrs.
Jervis, said he, take the little witch from me; I can neither bear,
nor forbear her--(Strange words these!)--But stay; you shan't go!--Yet
begone!--No, come back again.

I thought he was mad, for my share; for he knew not what he would have.
I was going, however; but he stept after me, and took hold of my arm,
and brought me in again: I am sure he made my arm black and blue; for
the marks are upon it still. Sir, sir, said I, pray have mercy; I will,
I will come in!

He sat down, and looked at me, and, as I thought afterwards, as sillily
as such a poor girl as I. At last he said, Well, Mrs. Jervis, as I was
telling you, you may permit her to stay a little longer, till I see if
my sister Davers will have her; if, mean time, she humble herself, and
ask this as a favour, and is sorry for her pertness, and the liberty
she has taken with my character out of the house, and in the house.
Your honour indeed told me so, said Mrs. Jervis: but I never found her
inclinable to think herself in a fault. Pride and perverseness, said he,
with a vengeance! Yet this is your doating-piece!--Well, for once,
I'll submit myself to tell you, hussy, said he to me, you may stay a
fortnight longer, till I see my sister Davers: Do you hear what I say to
you, statue? Can you neither speak nor be thankful?--Your honour frights
me so, said I, that I can hardly speak: But I will venture to say,
that I have only to beg, as a favour, that I may go to my father and
mother.--Why fool, said he, won't you like to go to wait on my sister
Davers? Sir, said I, I was once fond of that honour; but you were
pleased to say, I might be in danger from her ladyship's nephew, or he
from me.--D----d impertinence! said he; Do you hear, Mrs. Jervis, do you
hear, how she retorts upon me? Was ever such matchless assurance!----

I then fell a weeping; for Mrs. Jervis said, Fie, Pamela, fie!--And I
said, My lot is very hard indeed; I am sure I would hurt nobody; and
I have been, it seems, guilty of indiscretions, which have cost me my
place, and my master's favour, and so have been turned her away: and
when the time is come,