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Moll Flanders

Chapter 10
We had a great deal of close conversation that night, for we neither of us slept much; he
was as penitent for having put all those cheats upon me as if it had been felony, and
that he was going to execution; he offered me again every shilling of the money he had
about him, and said he would go into the army and seek the world for more.
I asked him why he would be so unkind to carry me into Ireland, when I might suppose
he could not have subsisted me there. He took me in his arms. 'My dear,' said he,
'depend upon it, I never designed to go to Ireland at all, much less to have carried you
thither, but came hither to be out of the observation of the people, who had heard what I
pretended to, and withal, that nobody might ask me for money before I was furnished to
supply them.'
'But where, then,' said I, 'were we to have gone next?'
'Why, my dear,' said he, 'I'll confess the whole scheme to you as I had laid it; I purposed
here to ask you something about your estate, as you see I did, and when you, as I
expected you would, had entered into some account with me of the particulars, I would
have made an excuse to you to have put off our voyage to Ireland for some time, and to
have gone first towards London.
'Then, my dear,' said he, 'I resolved to have confessed all the circumstances of my own
affairs to you, and let you know I had indeed made use of these artifices to obtain your
consent to marry me, but had now nothing to do but ask to your pardon, and to tell you
how abundantly, as I have said above, I would endeavour to make you forget what was
past, by the felicity of the days to come.'
'Truly,' said I to him, 'I find you would soon have conquered me; and it is my affliction
now, that I am not in a condition to let you see how easily I should have been reconciled
to you, and have passed by all the tricks you had put upon me, in recompense of so
much good-humour. But, my dear,' said I, 'what can we do now? We are both undone,
and what better are we for our being reconciled together, seeing we have nothing to live
on?'
We proposed a great many things, but nothing could offer where there was nothing to
begin with. He begged me at last to talk no more of it, for, he said, I would break his
heart; so we talked of other things a little, till at last he took a husband's leave of me,
and so we went to sleep.
He rose before me in the morning; and indeed, having lain awake almost all night, I was
very sleepy, and lay till near eleven o'clock. In this time he took his horses and three
servants, and all his linen and baggage, and away he went, leaving a short but moving
letter for me on the table, as follows:--
 
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