Muff and boobage: Barbara Alton

Fanny Hill (Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure)

Letter The Second

He was soon drest in these temporary cloaths, which neither fitted him now became the light my passion plac'd him in, to me at least; yet, as they were on him, they look'd extremely well, in virtue of that magic charm which love put into everything that he touch'd, or had relation to him: and where, indeed, was that dress that a figure like this would not give grace to? For now, as I ey'd him more in detail, I could not but observe the even favourable alteration which the time of his absence had produced in his person.

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