TEN O'CLOCK
To what a height of -- what shall I call it ? -- must those of it be arrived , who once loved a man with so much distinction , as both Polly and Sally loved me ; and yet can have got so much above the pangs of jealousy , so much above the mortifying reflections that arise from dividing and sharing with new objects the affections of them they prefer to all others , as to wish for , and promote a competitorship in his love , and make their supreme delight consist in reducing others to their level ! -- For thou canst not imagine , how even Sally Martin rejoiced last night in the thought that the lady 's hour was approaching . PAST TEN O'CLOCK . I never longed in my life for any thing with so much impatience as to see my charmer . She has been stirring , it seems , these two hours . Dorcas just now tapped at her door , to take her morning commands .