But indeed I must not, I
will not, be continually dragged to the presence of the man I hate. It
is ungenerous, unreasonable, and indecent. What is the meaning of all
this compulsion? Why am I kept here so much against my will? Why am I
dragged from place to place, and from object to object? Surely all this
cannot be mere caprice and tyranny. There must be in it some dark and
guilty meaning that I cannot comprehend. Oh shepherdesses! if ye had any
friendship, if any pity dwelt within your bosoms, ye would surely assist
me to escape this hated confinement. Point but the way, show me but the
smallest hole, by which I might get away to ease and liberty, and I
would thank you a thousand times. You, who appear the leader of the
throng, your brow is smooth, your eyes are gentle and serene, and the
bloom of youth still dwells upon your face. Oh," added the apprehensive
Imogen, and she threw herself upon her knees--"do not bely the stamp of
benevolence and clemency that nature has planted there. Think if you had
parents as I have, whose happiness, whose existence, are suspended upon
mine, if you abbhorred, and detested, and feared your jailor as I do,
what would be your feelings then, and how you would wish to be treated
by a person in your situation.
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