Dearest creature, speak out—I beseech you, dearest creature, speak
out——
She was silent; her charming face all in a glow.
Have you, Madam, any reliance upon my honour?
Still silent.
You hate me, Madam! You despise me more than you do the most odious of
God’s creatures!
You ought to despise me, if I did not.
You say, Madam, you are in a bad house. You have no reliance upon my
honour—you believe you cannot avoid me——
She arose. I beseech you, let me withdraw.
I snatched her hand, rising, and pressed it first to my lips, and then
to my heart, in wild disorder. She might have felt the bounding
mischief ready to burst its bars—You shall go—to your own apartment, if
you please—But, by the great God of Heaven, I will accompany you
thither!
She trembled—Pray, pray, Mr. Lovelace, don’t terrify me so!