Hornbeck goes to the Calf hay de Contea. Prey for the
loaf of Geesus keep this from the nolegs of my hussban, ells he
will make me leed a hell upon urth.--Being all from, deer Sur,
your most umbell servan wile "Deborah Hornbeck."
Our young gentleman was ravished at the receipt of this elegant
epistle, which was directed, A Monsr. Monsr. Pickhell, a la Gaddamme
de Paul Freny, and did not fail to obey the summons at the hour of
assignation; when the lady, true to her appointment, beckoned him
up-stairs, and he had the good fortune to be admitted unseen.
After the first transports of their mutual joy at meeting, she told
him, that her husband had been very surly and cross ever since the
adventure at Chantilly, which he had not yet digested; that he had
laid severe injunctions upon her to avoid all commerce with Pickle,
and even threatened to shut her up in a convent for life, if ever
she should discover the least inclination to renew that acquaintance;
that she had been cooped up in her chamber since her arrival at Paris,
without being permitted to see the place, or indeed any company,
except that of her landlady, whose language she did not understand;
so that her spirit being broken, and her health impaired, he was
prevailed upon some days ago to indulge her in a few airings, during
which she had seen the gardens of the Luxembourg, the Tuileries,
and Palais Royal, though at those times when there was no company
in the walks; and that it was in one of those excursions she had the
happiness of meeting with him.
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