The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling

ISBN-13: 9781613824900 / Angielski / Miękka / 2013 / 998 str.

Henry Fielding

Opis

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1876 edition. Excerpt: ...blindness of her mother in never seeing it.' 'Pugh, see it ' cries Nightingale. 'What the devil should she see?' 'Why, see, ' said Jones, 'that you have made her daughter distractedly in love with you. The poor girl cannot conceal it a moment; her eyes are never off from you, and she always colours every time you come into the room. Indeed, I pity her heartily; for she seems to be one of the best-natured and honestest of human creatures.' 'And so, ' answered Nightingale, 'according to your doctrine, one must not amuse oneself by any common gallantries with women, for fear they should fall in love with us.' 'Indeed, Jack, ' said Jones, 'you wilfully misunderstand me; I do not fancy women are so apt to fall in love; but you have gone far beyond common gallantries.' 'What, do you suppose, ' says Nightingale, 'that we have been a-bed together?' 'No, upon my honour, ' answered Jones, very seriously, 'I do not suppose so ill of you; nay, I will go farther, I do not imagine you have laid a regular premeditated scheme for the destruction of the quiet of a poor little creature, or have even foreseen the consequence: for I am sure thou art a very good-natured fellow; and such a one can never be guilty of a cruelty of that kind; but at the same time you have pleased your own vanity, without considering that this poor girl was made a sacrifice to it; and while you have had no design but of amusing an idle hour, you have actually given her reason to flatter herself that you had the most serious designs in her favour. Prithee, Jack, answer me honestly; to what have tended all those elegant and luscious descriptions of happiness arising from violent and mutual fondness? all those warm professions of tenderness, and generous disinterested love? Did you imagine she...