"Surprise, shame, grief, and distraction, all uniting in the soul of the wretched brother, his emotions became too strong for his nature, and he sunk senseless on the carpet. The maid servants, who were the only persons in possession of themselves, assisted to raise him in a chair, and the noise and confusion occasioned by his situation in a few moments roused the sister — her transition was from grief to agony — from agony to despair — upon beholding in the person of a supposed stranger, whom she had not before noticed, that of a beloved — and as she thought dying — brother!
"From that moment she became insensible to everything around her — she became positively mad — and nothing but cords prevented her from putting an end to her existence.
"A few words regarding Mrs. Tiffany. She had been seduced at an early age by the assistance of a French milliner.
After several changes she was kept by a West India merchant, from whom she obtained sufficient to take the house in Jermyn Street, affected the business of a milliner, that she might the more unsuspectedly carry on that of bawd and seducer.
"The two lovely Firmans were but six months in her house, and not quite sixteen years old when they were prostituted — one to a sharper and gambler for two hundred pounds, and the other for five hundred pounds to an old debilitated viscount."
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A PARLOUR SCENE
— Time, 11 p.m.
No, sir, you must not — let me go!
I will not kiss — no! Please sir, no!
The window, too — ah! there's a screen -
What should I do if we were seen?
Keep your hand down. Oh! No, sir — no!
What nonsense sir, to tease me so.
I will not suffer you to see -
You're very rude. Ah! — Oh dear me!
Your finger hurts — take it away!
No, don't — what would my mother say
If she could see you thus employed?
My habit shirt you have destroyed -
Unpin it? There! you mustn't! Oh!
Don't press and pinch my bubbies so!
I'll raise the servants with my cries -
No, no, I won't. What? part my thighs?
I dare not, sir, I am a maid -
Oh, murder! Do not be afraid;
There's no one in. What did I say?
Don't, love! Oh, don't! You go away.
What means this finger downward pressing?
This toying, kissing, and caressing?
I cannot tell — I'd like to know -
O! go away! No, don't! Ah, no!
Take your hand down, let that suffice -
No, don't! That's it! My God, how nice!
My dress put down! Oh, fie for shame;
I won't take hold of-what's it's name?
Take it away! Oh my! how thick!
No, no! It won't go in the niche!
What! on the couch? Oh, no, I can't!
Open my thighs? I won't — I shan't!
You wrong me sir; you are mistaken;
I'm not so easily overtaken,
I will not! There! You'll soil the clothes.
Take off your shoes — can you suppose
I'll let you- take that thing away,
It hurts me! Oh how nice! Oh, pray,
Don't push it, please sir, any more,
Or else I'll cry — Oh! lock the door.
Oh, come now! Thrust! — ah!-oh! — so, so,
Make haste — you mus'nt, no, sir, no;
The couch's too soft; a cushion get;
There, that is nice — oh! sir, you're wet!
You shall not, why not push it straight -
Oh, don't; it's not yet in! Oh! wait —
Now push; now stop a little; so —
It's in! I die! oh, don't! Oh, do!
Slow — fast — quick — quicker — so — that's right —
I feel I'm swimming with delight —
Push on, dear boy — there — press it steady —
What! you're withdrawing it already?