Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady — Volume 8 by Samuel Richardson
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They showed me where it was, and I served her; and said, when she would have paid me, I took nothing at my opening. If I treated her footman, she told me, I should not treat her. Well, with all my heart, said I: 'tis not for us tradesmen to be saucy-- Is it, Mrs. Smith? I put her sixpence in my pocket; and, seizing her hand, took notice to her of the crowd that had gathered about the door, and besought her to walk into the back-shop with me. She struggled her hand out of mine, and would stay no longer. So I bowed, and bid her kindly welcome, and thanked her, and hoped I should have her custom another time. She went away smiling; and Andrew after her; who made me a fine bow. I began to be out of countenance at the crowd, which thickened apace; and bid Will. order the chair to the door. Well, Mrs. Smith, with a grave air, I am heartily sorry Miss Harlowe is abroad. You don't tell me where she is? Indeed, Sir, I cannot. You will not, you mean.--She could have no notion of my coming. I came to town but last night. I have been very ill. She has almost broken my |
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