ABSTRACT
AS poor Lydia had supposed, Pearson renewed his pretensions to her, and the persecution against her was carried on with unremitting zeal by every part of her own family, except Sammy, who though unpolished was good-natured, and very fond of his sister. As her persecuting lover (if I may so profane that word) imputed the aversion of Lydia to her former attachment to an unworthy object, she was constantly upbraided with it; which added in no trifling degree to her distress. Her only consolation was from the Eaglefield / family, who were perpetually forwarding schemes to divert her melancholy, though their parties were generally clouded by the gloom of Mr. Pearson’s presence.
