It soon came on when
Louisa, in the ravings of her pleasure-frenzy, impotent of
all restraint, cried out: "Oh Sir! . . . Good Sir! . . .
pray do not spare me! ah! ah! . . ." All her accents now
faltering into heart-fetched sighs, she clos'd her eyes in
the sweet death, in the instant of which she was embalm'd by
an injection, of which we could easily see the signs in the
quiet, dying, languid posture of her late so furious driver,
who was stopp'd of a sudden, breathing short, panting, and,
for the time, giving up the spirit of pleasure. As soon as
he was dismounted, Louisa sprung up, shook her petticoats,
and running up to me, gave me a kiss and drew me to the
side-board, to which she was herself handed by her gallant,
where they made me pledge them in a glass of wine, and toast
a droll health of Louisa's proposal in high frolic.
By this time the second couple was ready to enter the
lists: which were a young baronet, and that delicatest of
charmers, the winning, tender Harriet. My gentle esquire
came to acquaint me with it, and brought me back to the
scene of action.
And, surely, never did one of her profession accompany
her dispositions for the bare-faced part she was engaged to
play with such a peculiar grace of sweetness, modesty and
yielding coyness, as she did. All her air and motions
breath'd only unreserv'd, unlimited complaisance without the
least mixture of impudence, or prostitution.
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