Exuberant young lady hoists top to reveal large firm rack in busy street
Fanny Hill (Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure)
Letter The First
I gave a great scream, and drop'd my petticoat: the thunder-struck lad stood trembling and pale, waiting his sentence of death. Mr. H . . . looked sometimes at one, sometimes at the other, with a mixture of indignation and scorn; and, without saying a word, turn'd upon his heel and went out.
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