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And what have you done with the old lieutenant?
&longs;aid my Emma, when I had given her an account of
our journey.

I &longs;et him down &longs;omewhere in the Strand, &longs;aid I.

I hope you found &longs;ome opportunity to increa&longs;e
his little &longs;tore, without hurting his feelings, &longs;aid &longs;he.

I was a&longs;hamed to own my omi&longs;&longs;ion; and yet
where is the &longs;hame? &longs;aid I, as I &longs;at with my hand
upon my Emma's knee, reading the &longs;weet lines written
by benevolence on her lovely countenance.—
Where is the &longs;hame that I was guilty of an omi&longs;&longs;ion
through forgetfulne&longs;s? it was not a wilful &longs;in again&longs;t
charity—I will go &longs;eek him, &longs;aid I, and repair my
fault.

You will fir&longs;t go to my father, I hope, &longs;aid Melissa.

I took my hat, and &longs;tood full two minutes undetermined
which to do fir&longs;t—they were both actions
of benevolence.

Had it been thy ca&longs;e, bright pattern of humanity,
&longs;aid I, opening a volume of Sterne, that lay on the
table before me, ju&longs;t at the corporal's relating the
&longs;tory of Le Fevre to Captain Shandy—had it been
thy ca&longs;e, thou would'&longs;t have given the preference to
the old &longs;oldier; but I am a father, and will act as
my feelings direct.