all up in her.--A little witch!--A little--Forgive me, Love, for calling
her names! And so I said, with an air, We have had too many
misunderstandings, Madam, for me to wish for new ones: I will obey you
without reserve. Had I not thought I should have obliged you by the
other method, (especially as the ceremony might have been over before any
thing could have operated from your uncle's intentions, and of
consequence no untruth persisted in,) I would not have proposed it. But
think not, my beloved creature, that you shall enjoy, without condition,
this triumph over my judgment.

And then, clasping my arms about her, I gave her averted cheek (her
charming lip designed) a fervent kiss.--And your forgiveness of this
sweet freedom [bowing] is that condition.

She was not mortally offended. And now must I make out the rest as well
as I can. But this I will tell thee, that although her triumph has not
diminished my love for her, yet it has stimulated me more than ever to
revenge, as thou wilt be apt to call it. But victory, or conquest, is
the more proper word.

There is a pleasure, 'tis true, in subduing one of these watchful
beauties. But by my soul, Belford, men of our cast take twenty times the
pains to be rogues than it would cost them to be honest; and dearly, with
the sweat of our brows, and to the puzzlement of our brains, (to say
nothing of the hazards he run,) do we earn our purchase; and ought not
therefore to be grudged our success when we meet with it--especially as,
when we have obtained our end, satiety soon follows; and leaves us little
or nothing to show for it. But this, indeed, may be said of all worldly
delights.--And is not that a grave reflection from me?