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HARRIET DYRON.
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Protect me! Save me! Be my advocate! Indeed I have not
deserved this treacherous treatment. Sir Hargrave may have
better and richer wives than I: Pray prevail upon him to ipare
me to my friends, for f&s/' sake, i will forgive him sor all
he has done.
Nay, dear Lady, if Sir Hargrave will, make you his lawful
and true wise, there can be no harm done, surely.
Iwill, I will, Mrs.Awbery, saidhe. I havepromised, and
I will perform. But if ihe Hand in her own light— She
expects nothing srom my — If sh.e Hand in her own
light; and looked siercely —
" God protect me! Hid I: God protect me !
The gentleman, is without, Sir, saidthe woman. 0 how
my heart at that moment scemed to be at my throat! What
gentleman ! thought I: Some one come to lave me ! — O no —-
And inslantly entered the most horrible-looking clergyman
that .1 ever beheld.
This, as near as I can recollect, is his dilcription — A vaft
tall, big-boned, Iplay sooted man. AJhabbygown; asihabby
a wig; an huge red pimply face ; and a note that hid hals of
it, when he looked on one side, and he seldom looked sore-nght
when ! law him. He had a dog's-eared common-prayer book
in his hand, which once had been gilt; opened, horrid sight!
at the page os matrimony!
Yet I was lb intent upon making a friend, when a man, a
clergyman, appeared, that I heeded not, at his entrance, his
frightful visage, as I did afterwards. I pulbed Sir Hargrave,
turning him half round with my vehemence, and made Mrs.
Awberrytotter; andthrowingmyself at the clergyman sfeet,
Man of God, laid I, my hands clalped, and held up ; Gentle-
man! Worthy man!— A good clergyman mult be all
this! — Is ever you had children ! save a poor creature! —*
Save me from violence! Give not your aid to sanclifyabale
action.
The man snufHed his answer through his nose. He squinted
upon me, and took my clalped hands, which were buried
in his huge hand: Rise, madam! Kneel not to me! No harm
is intended you. One queslion, only: Who is that gentle-
man before me, in the siver-laced cloaths? What is his
name ?
He isSirHargravePollexfen, Sir: Awicked, avery wicked
man, for all he looks so !
The vile wretch Hood smiling, and enjoying my distress.
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10$
Protect me! Save me! Be my advocate! Indeed I have not
deserved this treacherous treatment. Sir Hargrave may have
better and richer wives than I: Pray prevail upon him to ipare
me to my friends, for f&s/' sake, i will forgive him sor all
he has done.
Nay, dear Lady, if Sir Hargrave will, make you his lawful
and true wise, there can be no harm done, surely.
Iwill, I will, Mrs.Awbery, saidhe. I havepromised, and
I will perform. But if ihe Hand in her own light— She
expects nothing srom my — If sh.e Hand in her own
light; and looked siercely —
" God protect me! Hid I: God protect me !
The gentleman, is without, Sir, saidthe woman. 0 how
my heart at that moment scemed to be at my throat! What
gentleman ! thought I: Some one come to lave me ! — O no —-
And inslantly entered the most horrible-looking clergyman
that .1 ever beheld.
This, as near as I can recollect, is his dilcription — A vaft
tall, big-boned, Iplay sooted man. AJhabbygown; asihabby
a wig; an huge red pimply face ; and a note that hid hals of
it, when he looked on one side, and he seldom looked sore-nght
when ! law him. He had a dog's-eared common-prayer book
in his hand, which once had been gilt; opened, horrid sight!
at the page os matrimony!
Yet I was lb intent upon making a friend, when a man, a
clergyman, appeared, that I heeded not, at his entrance, his
frightful visage, as I did afterwards. I pulbed Sir Hargrave,
turning him half round with my vehemence, and made Mrs.
Awberrytotter; andthrowingmyself at the clergyman sfeet,
Man of God, laid I, my hands clalped, and held up ; Gentle-
man! Worthy man!— A good clergyman mult be all
this! — Is ever you had children ! save a poor creature! —*
Save me from violence! Give not your aid to sanclifyabale
action.
The man snufHed his answer through his nose. He squinted
upon me, and took my clalped hands, which were buried
in his huge hand: Rise, madam! Kneel not to me! No harm
is intended you. One queslion, only: Who is that gentle-
man before me, in the siver-laced cloaths? What is his
name ?
He isSirHargravePollexfen, Sir: Awicked, avery wicked
man, for all he looks so !
The vile wretch Hood smiling, and enjoying my distress.
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