mmodious for the reception of duet
parties of pleasure, where a breakfast of chocolate was prepared for us.

An old jolly stager, who kept it, and understood life perfectly well,
breakfasted with us, and leering archly at me, gave us both joy, and
said, "we were well paired, i' faith! that a great many gentlemen and
ladies used his house, but he had never seen a handsomer couple... he
was sure I was a fresh piece... I looked so country, so innocent! well
my spouse was a lucky man!..." all which, common landlord's cant, not
only pleased and soothed me, but helped to diver my confusion at being
with my new sovereign, whom, the minute approached, I began to fear to
be alone with: a timidity which true love had a greater share in than
even maiden bashful-ness.

I wished, I doated, I could have died for him; and yet, I know not how,
or why I dreaded the point which had been the object of my fiercest
wishes; my pulses beat fears, amidst a flush of the warmest desires.
This struggle of the passions, however, this conflict betwixt modesty
and lovesick longings, made me burst again into tears; which he took, as
he had done before, only for the remains of concern and emotion at the
suddenness of my change of condition, in committing myself to his care;
and, in consequence of that idea, did and said all that he thought would
most comfort and re-inspirit me.

After breakfast, Charles (the dear familiar name I must take the liberty
henceforward to distinguish my Adonis by), with a smile full of meaning,
took me gently by the hand, and said: "Come, my dear, I will show you
a room that commands a fine prospect over some gardens"; and without
waiting for an answer, in which he relieved me extremely, he led me up
into a chamber, airy and lightsome, where all seeing of prospects was
out of the question, except that of a bed, which had all the air of
recommending the room to him.

Charles had just slipped the bolt of the door, and running, caught me in
his arms, and lifting me from the ground, with his lips glued to mine,
bore me trembling, panting, dying with soft fears and tender wishes, to
the bed; where his impatience would not suffer him to undress me, more
than just unpinning my handkerchief and gowns, and unlacing my stays.

My bosom was now bare, and rising in the warmest throbs, presented to
his sight and feeling the firm hard swell of a pair of young breast,
such as may be imagined of a girl not sixteen, fresh out of the cou