' 'Lord make me thankful for all these mercies! (cried
Clinker, sobbing), I have been a poor bankrupt from the
beginning -- your honour's goodness found me, when I was -- naked
when I was -- sick and forlorn -- I understand your honour's looks -- I
would not give offence -- but my heart is very full -- and if your
worship won't give me leave to speak, -- I must vent it in prayers
to heaven for my benefactor.' When he quitted the room, Lismahago
said, he should have a much better opinion of his honesty, if he
did not whine and cant so abominably; but that he had always
observed those weeping and praying fellows were hypocrites at
bottom. Mr Bramble made no reply to this sarcastic remark,
proceeding from the lieutenant's resentment of Clinker having, in
pure simplicity of heart, ranked him with M'Alpine and the
sinners of the earth -- The landlord being called to receive some
orders about the beds, told the 'squire that his house was very
much at his service, but he was sure he should not have the
honour to lodge him and his company. He gave us to understand
that his master who lived hard by, would not suffer us to be at a
public house, when there was accommodation for us at his own; and
that, if he had not dined abroad in the neighbourhood he would
have undoubtedly come to offer his services at our first arrival.
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