And these she answer’d kindly as she could,
But still ‘I dare not’ waited on ‘I would;’ 180
Her fears and wishes she in part confess’d,
Her thoughts and views she carefully suppress’d;
Her Jemmy said at length, “He did not heed
His guardian’s anger—What was he, indeed?
A tradesman once, and had his fortune gain’d
In that low way—such anger he disdain’d—
He loved her pretty looks, her eyes of blue,
Her auburn-braid, and lips that shone like dew;