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
Mrs. Cole, by the way, could not have given me a greater mark of her
regard than in managing for me the choice of this young gentleman for
my master of the ceremonies: for, independent of his noble birth and
the great fortune he was heir to, his person was even uncommonly
pleasing, well shaped and tall; his face marked with the small-pox, but
no more than what added a grace of more manliness to features rather
turned to softness and delicacy, was marvellously enlivened by eyes
which were of the clearest sparkling black; in short he was one whom
any woman would, in the familiar style, ready call a very pretty
fellow.
I was now handed by him to the cockpit of our match, where, as I was
dressed in nothing but a white morning gown, he vouchsafed to play the
male Abigail on this occasion, and spared me the confusion that would
have attended the forwardness of undressing myself: my gown then was
loosen’d in a trice, and I divested of it; my stays next offered an
obstacle which readily gave way, Louisa very readily furnished a pair
of scissors to cut the lace; off went that shell and dropping my
uppercoat, I was reduced to my under one and my shift, the open bosom
of which gave the hands and eyes all the liberty they could wish. Here
I imagined the stripping was to stop, but I reckon short; my spark, at
the desire of the rest, tenderly begged, that I would not suffer the
small remains of a covering to rob them of a full view of my whole
person; and for me, who was too flexibly obsequious to dispute any
point with them, and who considered the little more that remained as
very immaterial, I readily assented to whatever he pleased-In an
instant, then, my under petticoat was untied and at my feet, and my
shift drawn over my head, so that my cap, slightly fastened, came off
with it, and brought all my hair down (of which, be it again remembered
without vanity, that I had a very fine head) in loose disorderly
ringlets, over my neck and shoulders, to the no unfavourable set-off of
my skin.
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