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crying out so loud! that I who listened at the door could scarce hear her, "Pray sir, don't —— let me alone —— I am not for your turn. —— You cannot, sure, demean yourself with such a poor body as I —— Lord! Sir, my mistress may come home —— I must not indeed —— I will cry out ——" All of which did not hinder her from insensibly suffering herself to be brought to the foot of the couch; upon which a push of no mighty violence serv'd to give her a very easy fall, and my gentleman having got up his hands to the strong-hold of her vartue, she no doubt thought it was time to give up the argument, and that all further defence would be in vain: and he throwing her petticoats over her face, which was now as red as scarlet, discover'd a pair of stout, plump, substantial thighs, and tolerably white; he mounted them round his hips, and coming out with his drawn weapon, stuck it in the cloven spot, where he seem'd to find a less difficult entrance than perhaps he had