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Fanny Hill (Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure)

Letter The First

We lay together that night, when, after playing re- peated prizes of pleasure, nature, overspent and satisfy'd, gave us up to the arms of sleep: those of my dear youth en- circled me, the consciousness of which made even that sleep more delicious.

Late in the morning I wak'd first; and observing my lover slept profoundly, softly disengag'd myself from his arms, scarcely daring to breathe for fear of shortening his repose; my cap, my hair, my shift, were all in disorder from the rufflings I had undergone; and I took this opportunity to adjust and set them as well as I could: whilst, every now and then, looking at the sleeping youth with inconceivable fondness and delight, and reflecting on all the pain he had put me to, tacitly own'd that the pleasure had overpaid me for my sufferings.

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