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
The least delicate of all affairs of this sort being now over, I
retired softly into my closet, where I began to consider what I should
do. My first scheme naturally, was to rush in and upbraid them; this,
indeed, flattered my present emotions and vexations, as it would have
given immediate vent to them; but, on second thoughts, not being so
clear as to the consequence to be apprehended from such a step, I began
my discovery still a safer season, when dissembly my discovery till a
safer season, when Mr. H.... should have perfected the settlement he
had made overtures to me of, and which I was not to think such a
violent explanation, as I was indeed not equal to the management of,
could possibly forward, and might destroy. On the other hand, the
provocation seemed too gross, too flagrant not to give me some thoughts
of revenge; the very start of which idea restored me to perfect
composure; and delighted as I was with the confused plan of it in my
head, I was easily mistress enough of myself to support the part of
ignorance I had prescribed to myself; and as all this circle of
reflections was instantly over, I stole a tip-toe to the passage door,
and opening it with a noise, passed for having that moment come home;
and after a short pause, as if to pull off my things, I opened the door
into the dining room, where I fund the dowdy blowing the fire, and my
faithful shepherd walking about the room, and wistling, as cool and
unconcerned as if nothing had happened. I think, however, he had not
much to brag of having out-dissembled me: for I kept up, nobly, the
character of our sex for art, and went up to him with the same open air
of frankness as I had ever received him. He stayed but a little while,
made some excuse for not being able to stay the evening with me, and
went out.
As for the wench, she was now spoiled, at least for my servant; and
scarce eight and forty hours were gone round, before her insolence, on
what had passed betwen Mr. H.... and her, gave me so fair an occasion
to turn her away, at a minute’s warning, that, not to have done it
would have been the wonder; so that he could neither disapprove it nor
find in it the least reason to suspect my original motive. What became
of her afterwards, I know not; but generous as Mr. H.... was, he
undoubtedly made her amends: though, I dare answer, that he kept up no
further commerce with her of that sort; as his stooping to such a
coarse morsel, was only a sudden sally of lust, on seeing a wholesome
looking, buxom country wench, and no more strange than hunger, or even
a whimsical appetite’s making a fling meal of neck-beef, for change of
diet.
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