than that, when, with great Difficulty, they brought me to myself, she
was sitting on one side of the Bed, with her Cloaths on; and and he on
the other with his, and in his Gown and Slippers. Your poor _Pamela_
cannot _answer for the Liberties taken with her in her deplorable State
of Death_. And when I saw them there, I sat up in my Bed, without any
Regard to what Appearance I made, and nothing about my Neck; and he
soothing me, with an Aspect of Pity and Concern, I put my Hand to his
Mouth, and said, O tell me, yet tell me not, what I have suffered in
this Distress! And I talked quite wild, and knew not what; for to be
sure, I was on the Point of Distraction. He most solemnly, and with a
bitter Imprecation, vow'd, that he had not _offer'd_ the _least
Indecency_; that he was frighten'd at the terrible manner I was taken
with the Fit: That he would desist from his Attempt; and begg'd but to
see me easy and quiet, and he would leave me directly, and go to his own
Bed. O then, said I, take from me this most wicked Woman, this vile Mrs.
_Jewkes_, as an Earnest that I may believe you! And will you, Sir, said
the wicked Wretch, for a _Fit or two_, give up such an _Opportunity as
this?--I thought you had known the Sex better_.--She is now, you see,
quite well again! This I heard; more she might say; but _I fainted away
once more_, at these Words, and at his clasping his Arms about me
again. And when I came a little to myself, I saw him sit there, and the
Maid Nan, holding a Smelling-bottle to my Nose, and no Mrs. _Jewkes_.'
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