Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded

book in his hand, reading, but your humble servant Mr. Williams! Don’t

blush, Pamela, said he. As his back was towards me, I thought I would speak to the man: and, before he saw me, I said, How do you, old acquaintance? (for, said he, you know we were of one college for a twelvemonth.) I thought the man would have jumped into the brook, he gave such a start at hearing my voice, and ...