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sense surely guided by love? a transport then, like mine, was above all consideration, or schemes of surprize, and I, that instant, with the rapidity of the emotions that I felt the spur of, shot into his arms, crying out as I threw mine round his Neck, "My life!— my soul! – my Charles!—and, without further power of speech swoon'd away, under the oppressing agitations of joy and surprise.

Recover'd out of my entrancement, I found myself in my charmer's arms, but in the parlour, surrounded by a croud which this event had gather'd round us, and which immediately, on a signal from the discreet landlady, who currently took him for my husband, clear'd the room, and desirably left us alone to the raptures of this re-union, my joy at which, had like to have prov'd, at the expence of of my life, its power superior to that of grief at our fatal separation.

The first object then, that my eyes open'd on, were their supreme idol, and my supreme wish, Charles, on one knee,

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