tractive, that they redoubl'd the impetuous rage with which he cover'd her with kisses, and kisses that whilst she seem'd to shy from or scuffle for, the cunning wanton contriv'd such sly returns of, as were doubtless the sweeter for the gust she gave them, of being stoln, or ravished.
Thus Emily, who knew no art but that which nature itself, in favour of her principal end, pleasure, had inspir'd her with; the art of yielding, coy'd it indeed, but coyed it to the purpose; for with all her straining, her wrestling, and striving to break from the clasp of his arms, she was so far wiser yet, than to mean it, that, in her struggles, it was visible, that she aim'd at nothing more than multiplying points of touch with him, and drawing yet closer the folds that held them every where entwin'd, like two tendrils of a vine intercurling together, so that the same effect, as when Louisa strove in good earnest to disengage from the ideot, was now produc'd by different motives.
