ll. What ails you, Mrs. _Ann_? And
still no Answer was made. But, I tremble to relate it! the pretended She
came into Bed; but _quiver'd like an Aspen-leaf_; and I, poor Fool that
I was! pitied her much.----But well might the barbarous Deceiver tremble
at his vile Dissimulation, and base Designs. What Words shall I find, my
dear Mother, (for my Father should not see this shocking Part) to
describe the rest, and my Confusion, when the guilty Wretch took my
_left Arm_, and laid it under his Neck, as the vile Procuress held my
_Right_; and then _he clasp'd me round my Waist_! Said I, Is the Wench
mad! Why, how now Confidence? thinking still it had been _Nan_. But he
kissed me with frightful Vehemence; and then his Voice broke upon me
like a Clap of Thunder. Now, _Pamela_, said he, is the dreadful Time of
Reckoning come, that I have threaten'd.----I scream'd out in such a
Manner, as never any Body heard the like. But there was no body to help
me: And both my Hands were secured, as I said. Sure never poor Soul was
in such Agonies as I. Wicked Man! said I; wicked, abominable Woman! O
God! my God! this _Time_, this _one_ Time! deliver me from this
Distress! or strike me dead this Moment. And then I scream'd again and
again. Says he, One Word with you, _Pamela_; one Word hear me but; and
hitherto you see I offer nothing to you. Is this _nothing_, said I, to
be in Bed here? To hold my Hands between you? I will hear, if you will
instantly leave the Bed, and take this villainous Woman from me. Said
she, (O Disgrace of Womankind!) What you do, Sir, do; don't stand
dilly-dallying. She cannot exclaim worse than she has done. And she'll
be quieter when she knows the worst. Silence! Said he to her; I must say
one Word to you, _Pamela_; it is this: You see, now you are in my
Power!----You cannot get from me, nor help yourself: Yet have I not
offer'd any Thing amiss to you. But if you resolve not to comply with my
Proposals, I will not lose this Opportunity: If you do I will yet leave
you. O Sir, said I, leave me, leave me but, and I will do any Thing I
ought to do. Swear then to me, said he, that you will accept my
Proposals!--And then (for this was all detestable Grimace) _he put his
Hand in my Bosom_. With Struggling, Fright, Terror, _I fainted away
quite_, and did not come to myself soon; so that they both, from the
cold Sweats that I was in, thought me dying--_And I remember no more_,
than that, when, with great Difficulty, they broug