LETTER XXXVII.
Mrs. Hodges. In Answer.
Sat. July 1.
Maddam,
I return you an anser, as you wish me to doe. Master is acquented with no sitch man. I am shure no sitch ever came to our house. And master sturs very little out. He has no harte to stur out. For why? Your obstincy makes um not care to see one another. Master's Birth-day never was kept soe before: For not a sole heere; and nothing but siking and sorrowin from master to think how it yused to bee.
I axed master, if soe bee he knoed sitch a man as one Captain Tomlinson? But sayed not whirfor I axed. He sed, No, not he.
Shure this is no trix nor forgary bruing against master by won Tomlinson---Won knoes not what cumpany you may have been forsed to keep, sen you went away, you knoe, Maddam. Excuse me, Maddam; but Lundon is a pestilent plase; and that Squire Luveless is a devil (for all he is sitch a like gentleman to look to) as I hev herd every boddy say; and think as how you have found by thiss.
I truste, Maddam, you wulde not let master cum to harme, if you knoed it, by any boddy who may pretend to be acquented with him: But for fere, I querid with myself iff I shulde not tell him. But I was willin to show you, that I wulde plessure you in advarsity, if advarsity bee youre lott, as well as prosprity;
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for I am none of those as woulde doe otherwiss. Soe no more from
Your humble Sarvant, to wish you well,
Sarah Hodges.