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cards and dancing were not confined to the drawing room--nor drink-
ing to the dining-room. Lucy now seldom went into the
kitchen of an evening, at least when the master and mistress
were out, that she did not meet a parcel of servants
gaily dressed and indulging in the same pleasures as their
Masters. The familiarity with which she was treated,
so shocked and distressed her, that she determined rather to
go supperless to bed, than to expose herself to their
disgusting freedom. She therefore secluded herself in
her own apartment, where sad and solitary she wept--
over her fate, while the noise of merriment and riot
rose from below.
She was one evening sitting thus lost
in her own sad thoughts, her infant sleeping on her
bosom, with no light, but that emitted from the expiring
fire, so insensible to all external sounds or sights, that
it was not until she felt herself pressed in some ones
arms that she looked up and saw Capt. Dey. She started
with astonishment and