For his
part, instinct-ridden as he was, the expressions of his animal
passion, partaking something of ferocity, were rather worrying
than kisses, intermix'd with eager ravenous love-bites on her
cheeks and neck, the prints of which did not wear out for some
days after.
Poor Louisa, however, bore up at length better than could
have been expected; and though she suffer'd, and greatly too,
yet, ever true to the good old cause, she suffer'd with plea-
sure and enjoyed her pain. And soon now, by dint of an en-
rag'd enforcement, the brute-machine, driven like a whirl-
wind, made all smoke again, and wedging its way up, to the
utmost extremity, left her, in point of penetration, nothing
to fear or to desire: and now,
"Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth,"
(Shakespeare.)
Louisa lay, pleas'd to the heart, pleas'd to her utmost capa-
city of being so, with every fibre in those parts, stretched
almost to breaking, on a rack of joy, whilst the instrument
of all this overfulness searched her senses with its sweet
excess, till the pleasure gained upon her so, its point stung
her so home, that catching at length the rage from her fur-
ious driver and sharing the riot of his wild rapture, she
went wholly out of her mind into that favourite part of her
body, the whole intenseness of which was so fervously fill'd,
and employ'd: there alone she existed, all lost in those de-
lirious transports, those extasies of the senses, which her
winking eyes, the brighten'd vermilion of her lips and cheeks,
and sighs of pleasure deeply fetched, so pathetically ex-
press'd.
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