Barford Abbey by Susannah Minific Gunning
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protest.--Hark! bless me, I shall be frightened to death!--The
chambermaid not come! Would I could find my way to Mr. Jenkings's room!--Womens voices, as I live!--Begging!--praying!--Ah! ah! now they cry, Take the swords away!--Take the swords away!--Heaven defend us! to be sure we shall be all killed. _One o'clock_. Not kill'd, but terrified out of my senses.--Well, if ever I stop at this inn again-- You remember, Madam, I was thrown into a sad fright by the hurry and confusion without.--I dropped my pen, and pulled the bell with greater violence.--No one came;--the noise increas'd.--Several people ran up and down by the door of my apartment.--I flew and double lock'd it.--But, good God! what were my terrors, when a voice cried out, She cannot be brought to life!--Is there no assistance at hand?--no surgeon near?--I rushed from my chamber, in the first emotions of surprize and compassion, to mix in a confused croud, _unknowing_ and _unknown_.--I ventur'd no further than the passage. Judge my astonishment, to perceive there, and in a large room which open'd into it, fifty or sixty well dressed people of both sexes:--_Women_, some crying, some laughing:--_Men_ swearing, stamping, and calling upon others to come down and end the dispute below.--I thought of nothing _now_, but how to retreat unobserv'd:--when a gentleman, in regimentals, ran so furiously up the stairs full against me, that I should have been instantly at the bottom, had not his extended arm prevented my flight. I did not stay to receive his apologies, but hastened to my chamber, and |
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