The young gentleman was the first person I saw, with
his back directly towards me, looking at a print. Polly
was not yet come: in less than a minute tho', the door
opened, and she came in; and at the noise the door made he
turned about, and came to meet her, with an air of the
greatest tenderness and satisfaction.
After saluting her, he led her to a couch that fronted
us, where they both sat down, and the young Genoese help'd
her to a glass of wine, with some Naples bisket on a salver.
Presently, when they had exchanged a few kisses, and
questions in broken English on one side, he began to un-
button, and, in fine, stript to his shirt.
As if this had been the signal agreed on for pulling
off all their cloaths, a scheme which the heat of the season
perfectly favoured, Polly began to draw her pins, and as she
had no stays to unlace, she was in a trice, with her gallant's
officious assistance, undress'd to all but her shift.
When he saw this, his breeches were immediately loos-
en'd, waist and knee bands, and slipped over his ankles,
clean off; his shirt collar was unbuttoned too: then, first
giving Polly an encouraging kiss, he stole, as it were, the
shift off the girl, who being, I suppose, broke and fami-
liariz'd to this humour, blush'd indeed, but less than I
did at the apparition of her, now standing stark-naked,
just as she came out of the hands of pure nature, with her
black hair loose and a-float down her dazzling white neck
and shoulders, whilst the deepen'd carnation of her cheeks
went off gradually into the hue of glaz'd snow: for such
were the blended tints and polish of her skin.
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