But We Must FEEL, Not Argue In These Embarrassments.
- The sons and
daughters of Service part with liberty, but not with nature, in
their contracts; they are flesh
And blood, and have their little
vanities and wishes in the midst of the house of bondage, as well
as their task-masters; - no doubt, they have set their self-denials
at a price, - and their expectations are so unreasonable, that I
would often disappoint them, but that their condition puts it so
much in my power to do it.
BEHOLD, - BEHOLD, I AM THY SERVANT - disarms me at once of the powers
of a master. -
Thou shalt go, La Fleur! said I.
- And what mistress, La Fleur, said I, canst thou have picked up in
so little a time at Paris? La Fleur laid his hand upon his breast,
and said 'twas a petite demoiselle, at Monsieur le Count de B-'s. -
La Fleur had a heart made for society; and, to speak the truth of
him, let as few occasions slip him as his master; - so that somehow
or other, - but how, - heaven knows, - he had connected himself with
the demoiselle upon the landing of the staircase, during the time I
was taken up with my passport; and as there was time enough for me
to win the Count to my interest, La Fleur had contrived to make it
do to win the maid to his. The family, it seems, was to be at
Paris that day, and he had made a party with her, and two or three
more of the Count's household, upon the boulevards.
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