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
Resuming now my history, you may please to know, that what with a
competent number of repetitions, all in the same strain (and, by the
bye, we have a certain natural sense that those repetitions are very
much to the taste), what with a circle of pleasures delicately varied,
there was not a moment lost to joy all the time we staid there, till
late in the night we were re-escorted home by our esquires, who
delivered us safe to Mrs. Cole, with generous thanks for our company.
This too was Emily’s last adventure in our way: for scarce a week
after, she was, by an accident too trivial to detail to you the
particulars, found out by her parents, who were in good circumstances,
and who had been punished for their partiality to their son, in the
loss of him, occasioned by a circumstance of their over indulgence to
his appetite; upon which the so long engrossed stream of fondness,
running violently in favour of this lost and inhumanly abandoned child
whom if they had not neglected enquiry about, they might long before
have recovered, they were now so over-joyed at the retrieval of her,
that, I presume, it made them much less strict in examining the bottom
of things: for they seemed very glad to take for granted, in the lump,
every thing that the grave and decent Mrs. Cole was pleased to pass
upon them; and soon afterwards sent her, from the country, handsome
acknowledgment.
But it was not so easy to replace to our community the loss of so sweet
a member of it: for, not to mention her beauty, she was one of those
mild, pliant characters, that if one does not entirely esteem, one can
scarce help loving, which is not such a bad compensation neither. Owing
all her weaknesses to good nature, and an indolent facility that kept
her too much at the mercy of first impressions, she had just sense
enough to know that she wanted leading strings, and thought herself so
much obliged to any who would take the pains to think for her, and
guide her, that with a very little management, she was capable of being
made a most agreeable, nay a most virtuous wife: for vice, it is
probable, had never been her choice, or her fate, if it had not been
for occasion, or example, or had she not depended less upon herself
than upon her circumstances. This presumption her conduct afterwards
verified: for presently meeting with a match, that was ready cut and
dry for her, with a neighbour’s son of her own rank, and a young man of
sense and order, who took as the widow of one lost at sea (for so it
seems one of her gallants, whose name she had made free with, really
was), she naturally struck into all the duties of her domestic life,
with as much simplicity of affection, with as much constancy and
regularity, as if she had never swerved from a state of undebauched
innocence from her youth.
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