—And can you, my dear, honoured Papa, resolve for ever to reprobate
your poor child?—But I am sure you would not, if you knew what she has
suffered since her unhappy—And will nobody plead for your poor
suffering girl?—No one good body?—Why then, dearest Sir, let it be an
act of your own innate goodness, which I have so much experienced, and
so much abused. I don’t presume to think you should receive me—No,
indeed!—My name is—I don’t know what my name is!—I never dare to wish
to come into your family again!—But your heavy curse, my Papa—Yes, I
will call you Papa, and help yourself as you can—for you are my own
dear Papa, whether you will or not—and though I am an unworthy
child—yet I am your child—