The novels of Samuel RichardsonComplete and unabridged . of the hand-kerchief—do you think I could not have killed him?—To besure I was not half angry enough. I knew not what I did,you may well think—for I bowed my face on the smiling in-fant, who crowed to the pressure of my lip. Begone, Lord G ! said I—See ! see ! How shall I hold the little marmouset, if you devour first one of my hands,then the other? He arose, took the little thing from me, kissed its fore-head, its cheek, its lips, its little pudsey hands, first one, thenthe other; gave it again to my arms; took it again; and againresign
The novels of Samuel RichardsonComplete and unabridged . of the hand-kerchief—do you think I could not have killed him?—To besure I was not half angry enough. I knew not what I did,you may well think—for I bowed my face on the smiling in-fant, who crowed to the pressure of my lip. Begone, Lord G ! said I—See ! see ! How shall I hold the little marmouset, if you devour first one of my hands,then the other? He arose, took the little thing from me, kissed its fore-head, its cheek, its lips, its little pudsey hands, first one, thenthe other; gave it again to my arms; took it again; and againresigned it to me. Take away the pug, said I, to the attendants—Take itaway, while any of it is left—they rescued the still smilingbabe, and run away with it. My lord then again threw himself at my feet—Pardon,pardon me, dearest creature, said he, that I took amiss any-thing you ever said or did!—you that could make me suchrich amends!—Oh, let not those charming, charming spiritsever subside, which for a fortnight together, till SIR CHARLES GRANDISON. 215 I missed! I loved you too well, proceeded he, to take anyusage that was not quite what I wished it, lightly. But forsome time past I have seen that it was all owing to a vivacity,that now, in every instance of it, delights my soul. Younever, never, had malice or ill-nature in what I called yourpetulance. You bore with mine. You smiled at me; hence-forth, everything you say, everything you do, I will take for afavour. Oh, my Charlotte: Never, never more shall it bein your power to make me so far forget myself, as to beangry! My dear Lord G ! I had like to have said—I believe I did say—then will you ruin, absolutely ruin, me!—Whatshall I do for my roguery? jSTever, never part with what you call so Impossible, my lord, to retain it, if it lose its wonted powerover you. I shall have a new lesson to learn. Oh, my lord!why began you not this course before Harriet and Carolineset out for Grandison Hall ?
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