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some better thing. Do not let us add to our
faults by reproaching each other, and blazing
each other's follies abroad in the world.”

“0 you little artful hussey,” said she,
‘© what, would you have it thought that [ama
partner in your faults? 1 think of the Cap-
tain! I hate the Captain. I would rather
marry a blind beggar out of the street than
such a gentleman. But, thank Heaven, he is
going out of the country; he has given warning
to leave his lodgings. He is going abroad to
the wars, and may the first shot that is fired
bring death to him!”

While she spoke these wicked words, my
mistress looked towards me with so keen a
look, that I could have thought she was search-
ing into my very heart. But I must not enter
into too many particulars, (added Susan Gray.)
The hours of my life draw fast to their close;
1 may have but a few days only in which to
finish my sad story.

And so, that 1 may not run too much into
length, 1 will say, in a few words, that the next
day, when I went to do some errands in Lud-
low, I found, alas! that I was not regarded in
the light I had formerly been. Some of the
young men of the town laughed and looked
after me as I passed, as if they thought lightly
of me. Mrs. Fell, the grocer’s wife, told me
plainly, that, say what I would, she could not
but believe that I had been very inconsiderate ;
and Mrs. Hand, the mantua-maker, who had
promised to get me a place, told me, that she
could not now answer for my character, al

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