inferiority of your's.

How great, how sublimely great, this creature!--By my soul I cannot
forgive her for her virtues! There is no bearing the consciousness of
the infinite inferiority she charged me with.--But why will she break
from me, when good resolutions are taking place? The red-hot iron she
refuses to strike--O why will she suffer the yielding wax to harden?

We had gone but a few paces towards the house, when we were met by the
impertinent women, with notice, that breakfast was ready. I could only,
with uplifted hands, beseech her to give me hope of a renewed
conversation after breakfast.

No--she would go to church.

And into the house she went, and up stairs directly. Nor would she
oblige me with her company at the tea-table.

I offered, by Mrs. Moore, to quit both the table and the parlour, rather
than she should exclude herself, or deprive the two widows of the favour
of her company.

That was not all the matter, she told Mrs. Moore. She had been
struggling to keep down her temper. It had cost her some pains to do it.
She was desirous to compose herself, in hopes to receive benefit by the
divine worship she was going to join in.

Mrs. Moore hoped for her presence at dinner.

She had rather be excused. Yet, if she could obtain the frame of mind