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
Had I considered this escapade of Mr. H.... in no more than that light
and contented myself with turning away the wench, I had thought and
acted right; but, flushed as I was with imaginary wrongs, I should have
held Mr. H... to have been cheaply off, if I had not pushed my revenge
farther, and repaid him, as exactly as could for the soul of me, in the
same coin.
Nor was this worthy act of justice long delayed: I had it too much at
heart. Mr. H... had, about a fortnight before, taken into his service a
tenant’s son, just come out the country, a very handsome young lad,
scarce turned of nineteen, fresh as a rose, well sharped and clear
limbed: in short, a very good excuse for any woman’s liking, even
though revenge had been out of the question; any woman, I say, who was
disprejudiced, and that wit and spirit enough to prefer a point of
pleasure to a point of pride.
Mr. H... had clapped a livery upon him; and his chief employ was, after
being shewn my lodgings, to bring and carry letters or messages between
his master and me; and as the situation of all kept ladies is not the
fittest to inspire respect, even to the meanest of mankind, and,
perhaps, less of it from the most ignorant, I could not help observing
that this lad, who was, I suppose, acquainted with my relation to his
master by his fellow servants, used to eye me in that bashful confused
way, more expressive, more moving and readier caught at by our sex,
than any other declarations whatever: my figure had, it seems, struck
him, and modest and innocent as he was, he did not himself know that
the pleasure he took in looking at me was love, or desire; but his
eyes, naturally wanton, and now inflamed with passion, spoke a great
deal more than he durst have imagined they did. Hitherto, indeed, I had
only taken notice of the comeliness of the youth, but without the least
design: my pride alone would have guarded me from a thought that way,
had not Mr. H....’s condescension with my maid, where there was not
half the temptation, in point of person, set me a dangerous example;
but now I began to look on this stripling as every way a delicious
instrument of my designed retaliation upon Mr. H.... of an obligation
for which I should have made a conscience to die in his debt.
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