He tries again, still no admittance, still no penetra-
tion; but he had hurt me yet more, whilst my extreme love
made me bear extreme pain, almost without a groan. At
length, after repeated fruitless trials, he lay down panting
by me, kiss'd my falling tears, and asked me tenderly what
was the meaning of so much complaining? and if I had not
borne it better from others than I did from him? I answered,
with a simplicity fram'd to persuade, that he was the first
man that ever serv'd me so. Truth is powerful, and it is
not always that we do not believe what we eagerly wish.
Part 3
Charles, already dispos'd by the evidence of his senses
to think my pretences to virginity not entirely apocryphal,
smothers me with kisses, begs me, in the name of love, to
have a little patience, and that he will be as tender of
hurting me as he would be of himself.
Alas! it was enough I knew his pleasure to submit joy-
fully to him, whatever pain I foresaw it would cost me.
He now resumes his attempts in more form: first, he put
one of the pillows under me, to give the blank of his aim a
more favourable elevation, and another under my head, in
ease of it; then spreading my thighs, and placing himself
standing between them, made them rest upon his hips; apply-
ing then the point of his machine to the slit, into which he
sought entrance: it was so small, he could scarce assure
himself of its being rightly pointed.
Pages:
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76