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"You haven't been down in the lobby of the hotel, you haven't been knocked down by a taxicab that skidded, you haven't lost a pocketbook which you had previously stolen from my sister?" Nikasti shook his head. He seemed completely mystified. He watched Pamela's face carefully. "Perhaps there has been some mistake," he suggested quietly. "My English is sometimes not very good.
I have not strength enough to interest myself in anything." The truth of this complaint was painfully obvious. Pamela's day was done. She lay, half effaced among her down pillows, as weak and helpless-looking as a snowdrop whose stem is broken. The life that was left in her was the merest remnant of life. It was as if one could see the last sands running down in the glass of time.
Yet if she revealed the story of Pamela's attack upon her to the Squire, what would happen? Only a widening of the breach between him and his daughter. Elizabeth, of course, might depart, but Pamela would be none the more likely to return to face her father's wrath.
They asked him to go in, and he stepped into the stable, and sat down on the stairs there, wiping his eyes, and sighing so sadly, that it grieved the servants to hear him. The family was soon raised with a report of Pamela's father coming to inquire after his daughter; and the maids would fain have had him go into the kitchen. But Mrs.
She was feeling intensely uncomfortable on Pamela's account as well as her father's. Lady Kitson's remarks were not polite to their guest. Lady Kitson sat back in her seat and unfolded a paper, as though to intimate that she had no more to say.
I dare say you are Pamela's sister, you are so like her. So neat, so clean, so pretty! Why, child, you far surpass your sister Pamela! I was all confusion, and would have spoken: but he took me about the neck: Why, said he, you are very pretty, child: I would not be so free with your sister, you may believe; but I must kiss you.
Alice for whom her father had more contempt than affection looked merely frightened; but Margaret's eyes were angry, and Pamela's reproachful. The Squire braced himself to endurance. 'What do you want with me? 'Father! we never thought you meant it seriously! And now Forest says all the gates are closed, and that the village is up in arms.
If the cook had been one of the few miserable wretches who never read novels, she might have felt her fondly founded hopes already sinking from under her. As it was, Richardson sustained her faith in herself; Richardson reminded her that Pamela's master had hesitated, and that Pamela's Virtue had not earned its reward on easy terms. She stole another look at the doctor.
Broken words and sobs and kisses and tears and blessings all together, and Pamela's little soft high voice sounding above all as she cried "Oh, dear Grandmamma, us is so glad you are not dead. Duke was so afraid you might be." And Tim where was he? standing outside in the porch, but smiling to himself not afraid of being forgotten, for he had a trustful nature.
He saw my dear father quite unable to support these affecting instances of his goodness; and he let go my hand, and took his; and said, seeing his tears, I wonder not, my dear Pamela's father, that your honest heart springs thus to your eyes, to see all her trials at an end.
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