Memoirs of Fanny Hill: A New and Genuine Edition from the Original Text (London, 1749)Cleland, John
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Memoirs of Fanny Hill: A New and Genuine Edition from the Original Text (London, 1749)
Cleland, John
England -- Fiction; Erotic fiction; Prostitutes -- Fiction
Here Louisa ended; and these little histories having brought the time
for the girls to retire, and to prepare for the revels of the evening,
I staid with Mrs. Cole, till Emily came, and told us the company was
met, and waited for us.
Mrs. Cole on this, taking me by the hand, with a smile of
encouragement, led me up stairs, preceded by Louisa, who was come to
hasten us, and lighted us with two candles, one in each hand.
On the landing-place of the first pair of stairs, we were met by a
young gentleman, extremely well dressed, and a very pretty figure, to
whom I was to be indebted for the first essay of the pleasures of the
house. He saluted me with great gallantry, and handed me into the
drawing room, the floor of which was overspread with a Turkey carpet,
and all its furniture voluptuously adapted to every demand of the most
studied luxury; now too it was, by means of a profuse illumination,
enlivened by a light scarce inferior, and perhaps more favourable to
joy, more tenderly pleasing, than that of broad sunshine.
On my entrance into the room, I had the satisfaction! to hear a buzz of
approbation run through the whole company, which now consisted of four
gentlemen, including my particular (this was the cant term of the house
for one’s gallant for the time), the three young-women, in a neat
flowing dishabille, the mistress of the academy, and myself. I was
welcomed and saluted by a kiss all round, in which, however, it was
easy to discover, in the superior warmth of that of the men, the
distinction of the sexes.
Awed, and confounded as I was, at seeing myself surrounded, caressed,
and made court to by so many strangers, I could not immediately
familiarize myself to all that air of gaiety and joy, which dictated
their compliments, and animated their caresses.
They assured me that I was so perfectly to their taste, as to have but
one fault against me, which I might easily be cured of, and that was my
modesty: this, they observed, might pass for a beauty the more with
those who wanted it for a heightener; but their maxim was, that it was
an impertinent mixture, and dashed the cup so as to spoil the sincere
draught of pleasure; they considered it accordingly as their mortal
enemy, and gave it no quarter wherever they met with it. This was a
prologue not unworthy of the revels that ensued.
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