"I hope I may never set eyes on it again.

I wish it were in the bottom of the Thames, I do; and if Miss Pinkerton were there, I wouldn't pick her out, that I wouldn't.

O how I should like to see her floating in the water yonder, turban and all, with her train streaming after her, and her nose like the beak of a wherry." "Hush!" cried Miss Sedley.
"Why, will the black footman tell tales ?" cried Miss Rebecca, laughing.
"He may go back and tell Miss Pinkerton that I hate her with all my soul; and I wish he would; and I wish I had a means of proving it, too.
For two years I have only had insults and outrage from her.

I have been treated worse than any servant in the kitchen.

I have never had a friend or a kind word, except from you.