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Fanny Hill (Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure)

Letter The First

The fluctuations of my mind, the whole day, produc'd one good effect: which was, that, through mere fatigue, I slept tolerably well till five in the morning, when I got up, and having dress'd myself, waited, under the double tortures of fear and impatience, for the appointed hour. It came at last, the dear, critical, dangerous hour came; and now, supported only by the courage love lent me, I ventured, a tip- toe, down-stairs, leaving my box behind, for fear of being surpriz'd with it in going out.

I got to the street-door, the key whereof was always laid on the chair by our bed-side, in trust with Phoebe, who having not the least suspicion of my entertaining any design to go from them (nor indeed had I but the day before), made no reserve or concealment of it from me. I open'd the door with great ease; love, that embolden'd, protected me too: and now, got safe into the street, I saw my new guardianangel waiting at a coach-door, ready open. How I got to him I know not: I suppose I flew; but I was in the coach in a trice, and he by the side of me, with his arms clasp'd round me, and giving me the kiss of welcome. The coachman had his orders, and drove to them.

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