drinks:--She has a hoarse,
man-like voice, and is as thick as she is long; and yet looks so deadly
strong, that I am afraid she would dash me at her foot in an instant,
if I was to vex her.--So that with a heart more ugly than her face, she
frightens me sadly: and I am undone to be sure, if God does not protect
me; for she is very, very wicked--indeed she is.

This is poor helpless spite in me:--But the picture is too near the
truth notwithstanding. She sends me a message just now, that I shall
have my shoes again, if I will accept of her company to walk with me in
the garden.--To waddle with me, rather, thought I.

Well, 'tis not my business to quarrel with her downright. I shall
be watched the narrower, if I do; and so I will go with the hated
wretch.--O for my dear Mrs. Jervis! or, rather, to be safe with my dear
father and mother.

Oh! I am out of my wits for joy! Just as I have got my shoes on, I
am told John, honest John, is come on horseback!--A blessing on his
faithful heart! What joy is this! But I'll tell you more by and by. I
must not let her know I am so glad to see this dear blessed John, to be
sure!--Alas! but he looks sad, as I see him out of the window! What can
be the matter!--I hope my dear parents are well, and Mrs. Jervis, and
Mr. Longman, and every body, my naughty master not excepted;--for I wish
him to live and repent of all his wickedness to poor me.

O dear heart! what a world do we live in!--I am now come to take up my
pen again: But I am in a sad taking truly! Another puzzling trial, to be
sure.

Here was John, as I said, and the poor man came to me, with Mrs. Jewkes,
who whispered, that I would say nothing about the shoes, for my own
sake, as she said. The poor man saw my distress, by my red eyes, and my
hagged looks, I suppose; for I have had a sad time of it, you must needs
think; and though he would have hid it, if he could, yet his own eyes
ran over. Oh, Mrs. Pamela; said he; Oh, Mrs. Pamela! Well, honest
fellow-servant, said I, I cannot help it at present: I am obliged to
your honesty and kindness, to be sure; and then he wept more. Said I,
(for my heart was ready to break to see his grief; for it is a touching
thing to see a man cry), Tell me the worst! Is my master coming? No, no,
said he, and sobbed.--Well, said I, is there any news of my poor father
and mother? How do they do?--I hope well, said he, I know nothing to the
contrary. There is no mishap, I hope, to Mrs. Jervis