such threatenings, and his comparing himself to a
wicked ravisher in the very time of his last offer; and turning it into
a jest, that we should make a pretty story in a romance; can I stay and
be safe? Has he not demeaned himself twice? And it behoves me to beware
of the third time, for fear he should lay his snares surer; for perhaps
he did not expect a poor servant would resist her master so much. And
must it not be looked upon as a sort of warrant for such actions, if
I stay after this? For, I think, when one of our sex finds she is
attempted, it is an encouragement to the attempter to proceed, if one
puts one's self in the way of it, when one can help it: 'Tis neither
more nor less than inviting him to think that one forgives, what, in
short, ought not to be forgiven: Which is no small countenance to foul
actions, I'll assure you.

She hugged me to her, and said I'll assure you! Pretty-face, where
gottest thou all thy knowledge, and thy good notions, at these years?
Thou art a miracle for thy age, and I shall always love thee.--But, do
you resolve to leave us, Pamela?

Yes, my dear Mrs. Jervis, said I; for, as matters stand, how can I do
otherwise?--But I'll finish the duties of my place first, if I may; and
hope you'll give me a character, as to my honesty, that it may not be
thought I was turned away for any harm. Ay, that I will, said she; I
will give thee such a character as never girl at thy years deserved. And
I am sure, said I, I will always love and honour you, as my third-best
friend, wherever I go, or whatever becomes of me.

And so we went to bed; and I never waked till 'twas time to rise;
which I did as blithe as a bird, and went about my business with great
pleasure.

But I believe my master is fearfully angry with me; for he passed by me
two or three times, and would not speak to me; and towards evening, he
met me in the passage, going into the garden, and said such a word to
me as I never heard in my life from him to man, woman, or child; for he
first said, This creature's always in the way, I think. I said, standing
up as close as I could, (and the entry was wide enough for a coach too,)
I hope I shan't be long in your honour's way. D--mn you! said he, (that
was the hard word,) for a little witch; I have no patience with you.

I profess I trembled to hear him say so; but I saw he was vexed; and,
as I am going away, I minded it the less. Well! I see, my dear parents,
that when a person will do w