But, really, her eyes were so
red, that they made mine water as I viewed her from the Pump-room;
and as for poor Win, who wore a hat trimmed with blue, what
betwixt her wan complexion and her fear, she looked like the
ghost of some pale maiden, who had drowned herself for love. When
she came out of the bath, she took assafoetida drops, and was
fluttered all day; so that we could hardly keep her from going
into hysterics: but her mistress says it will do her good; and
poor Win curtsies, with the tears in her eyes. For my part, I
content myself with drinking about half a pint of the water every
morning.
The pumper, with his wife and servant, attend within a bar; and
the glasses, of different sizes, stand ranged in order before
them, so you have nothing to do but to point at that which you
choose, and it is filled immediately, hot and sparkling from the
pump. It is the only hot water I could ever drink, without being
sick -- Far from having that effect, it is rather agreeable to
the taste, grateful to the stomach, and reviving to the spirits.
You cannot imagine what wonderful cures it performs -- My uncle
began with it the other day; but he made wry faces in drinking,
and I'm afraid he will leave it off -- The first day we came to
Bath, he fell into a violent passion; beat two black-a-moors, and
I was afraid he would have fought with their master; but the
stranger proved a peaceable man.
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