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‛I intend to escape,’ said Sophia, ‛by walking out of the doors when they are open. I thank Heaven my legs are very able to carry me. They have supported me many a long evening, after a fiddle, with no very agreeable partner; and surely they will assist me in running from so detestable a partner for life.’ ‛O heavens, ma’am, doth your la’ship know what you are saying?’ cries Honour, ‛would you think of walking about the country by night and alone?’ ‛Not alone,’ answered the lady, ‛you have promised to bear me company.’ ‛Yes, to be sure,’ cries Honour, ‛I will follow your la’ship through the world; but your la’ship had almost as good be alone; for I shall not be able to defend you, if any robbers, or other villains, should meet with you. Nay, I should be in as horrible a fright as your la’ship; for to be certain, they would ravish us both. Besides, ma’am, consider how cold the nights are now, we shall be frozen to death.’ ‛A good brisk pace,’ answered Sophia, ‛will preserve us from the cold; and if you cannot defend me from a villain, Honour, I will defend you; for I will take a pistol with me. There are two always charged in the hall.’ ‛Dear ma’am, you frighten me more and more,’ cries Honour, ‛sure your la’ship would not venture to fire it off! I had rather run any chance, than your la’ship should do that.’ ‛Why so?’ says Sophia, smiling; ‛would not you, Honour, fire a pistol at anyone who should attack your virtue?’

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