lay me down on the settee, and I felt his hand on the lower part of my
naked thighs, which were crossed, and which he endeavoured to unlock. Oh
then! I was roused out of my passive endurance, and springing from him
with an activity he was not prepared for, threw myself at his feet, and
begged him, in the most moving tone, not to be rude, and that he would
not hurt me. "Hurt you, my dear?" says the brute, "I intend you no
harm. Has not the old lady told you that I love you? that I shall do
handsomely by you?"

"She has indeed, sir," said I, "but I cannot love you, indeed I cannot!
pray let me alone! yes! I will love you dearly if you will let me alone
and go away." But I was talking to the wind, for whether my tears,
my attitude, or the disorder of my dress proved fresh incentives, or
whether he was now under the dominion of desires he could not bridle,
but snorting and foaming with lust and rage, he renews his attack,
seizes me, and again attempts to extend and fix me on the settee:
in which he succeeded so far as to lay me along, and even to toss my
petticoats over my head, and lay my thighs bare, which I obstinately
kept close, nor could he, though he attempted with his knee to force
them open, effect it so as to stand fair for being master of the main
avenue; he was unbuttoned, both waistcoat and breeches, yet I only
felt the weight of his body upon me, whilst I lay struggling with
indignation, and dying with terrors; but he stopped all of a sudden, and
got off, panting, blowing, cursing, and repeating "old and ugly!" for so
I had very naturally called him in the heat of my defence.

The brute had, it seems, as I afterwards understood, brought on, by
his eagerness and struggle, the ultimate period of his hot fit of
lust, which his power was too short-lived to carry him through the full
execution of; of which my thighs and linen received the effusion.

When it was over he bid me, with a tone of displeasure, get up: "that he
would not do me the honour to think of me any more; that the old b----h
might look out for another cully; that he would not be fooled so by
ever a country mock modesty in England; that he supposed I had left my
maidenhead with some hobnail in the country, and was come to dispose of
my skim-milk in town" with a volley of the like abuse; which I listened
to with more pleasure than ever fond woman did to protestations of
love from her darling minion: for, incapable as I was of receiving any
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