Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady — Volume 1 by Samuel Richardson
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At last, as he supported himself, because of his gout, on the back of a chair, I took a little more courage; and approaching him, besought him to acquaint me in what I had offended him? He turned from me, and in a strong voice, Clarissa Harlowe, said he, know that I will be obeyed. God forbid, Sir, that you should not!--I have never yet opposed your will-- Nor I your whimsies, Clarissa Harlowe, interrupted he.--Don't let me run the fate of all who shew indulgence to your sex; to be the more contradicted for mine to you. My father, you know, my dear, has not (any more than my brother) a kind opinion of our sex; although there is not a more condescending wife in the world than my mother. I was going to make protestations of duty--No protestations, girl! No words! I will not be prated to! I will be obeyed! I have no child, I will have no child, but an obedient one. Sir, you never had reason, I hope-- Tell me not what I never had, but what I have, and what I shall have. Good Sir, be pleased to hear me--My brother and sister, I fear-- Your brother and sister shall not be spoken against, girl!--They have |
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