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 I was sat in the arm-chair, my shift and petty-coat up, my thighs wide spread, and mounted over the arms of the chair, presenting the fairest mark to Will's drawn weapon, which he stood in act to plunge into me, when, having neglected to secure the chamber door, and that of the closet standing a-jar, Mr. H stole in upon us, before either of us was aware, and saw us precisely in these convicting attitudes.

I gave a great scream, and drop'd my petty-coat: the thunderstruck lad stood trembling and pale, waiting his sentence of death. Mr. H look'd sometimes at one, sometimes at the other, with a mixture of indignation and scorn, and, without saying a word, spun upon his heel, and went out.

As confus'd as I was, I heard him very distinctly turn the key, and lock the chamber-door upon us, so that there was no escape but through the dining-room, where he himself was walking about with distemper'd strides, stamping in a great chafe, and doubtless debating what he should do with us.

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