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History of Tom Jones, a Foundling eBook

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Henry Fielding

“I find myself growing faint, so I shall refer you to my will for my disposition of the residue.  My servants will there find some tokens to remember me by; and there are a few charities which, I trust, my executors will see faithfully performed.  Bless you all.  I am setting out a little before you.”—­

Here a footman came hastily into the room, and said there was an attorney from Salisbury who had a particular message, which he said he must communicate to Mr Allworthy himself:  that he seemed in a violent hurry, and protested he had so much business to do, that, if he could cut himself into four quarters, all would not be sufficient.

“Go, child,” said Allworthy to Blifil, “see what the gentleman wants.  I am not able to do any business now, nor can he have any with me, in which you are not at present more concerned than myself.  Besides, I really am—­I am incapable of seeing any one at present, or of any longer attention.”  He then saluted them all, saying, perhaps he should be able to see them again, but he should be now glad to compose himself a little, finding that he had too much exhausted his spirits in discourse.

Some of the company shed tears at their parting; and even the philosopher Square wiped his eyes, albeit unused to the melting mood.  As to Mrs Wilkins, she dropt her pearls as fast as the Arabian trees their medicinal gums; for this was a ceremonial which that gentlewoman never omitted on a proper occasion.

After this Mr Allworthy again laid himself down on his pillow, and endeavoured to compose himself to rest.

Chapter viii.

Containing matter rather natural than pleasing.

Besides grief for her master, there was another source for that briny stream which so plentifully rose above the two mountainous cheek-bones of the housekeeper.  She was no sooner retired, than she began to mutter to herself in the following pleasant strain:  “Sure master might have made some difference, methinks, between me and the other servants.  I suppose he hath left me mourning; but, i’fackins! if that be all, the devil shall wear it for him, for me.  I’d have his worship know I am no beggar.  I have saved five hundred pound in his service, and after all to be used in this manner.—­It is a fine encouragement to servants to be honest; and to be sure, if I have taken a little something now and then, others have taken ten times as much; and now we are all put in a lump together.  If so be that it be so, the legacy may go to the devil with him that gave it.  No, I won’t give it up neither, because that will please some folks.  No, I’ll buy the gayest gown I can get, and dance over the old curmudgeon’s grave in it.  This is my reward for taking his part so often, when all the country have cried shame of him, for breeding up his bastard in that manner; but he is going now where he must pay for all.  It would have become him better to have repented of his sins on his deathbed,

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