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 trembled now with the fear of its being no more than a dream, and of my waking out of it into the horrors of finding it one: under this fond apprehension, imagining I could not make too much of the present prodigious joy, before it should vanish and leave me in the desart again, nor verify its reality too strongly, I clung to him, I clasp'd him, as if to hinder him from escaping me again. "Where have you been?—how could you, could you leave me?—Say you are still mine,–that you still love me,–and thus! thus! (kissing him as if I would consolidate lips with him) I forgive you—forgive my hard fortune in favour of this restoration."—All these interjections breaking from me, in that wildness of expression, that justly passes for eloquence in love, drew from him all the returns my fond heart could wish, or require. Our caresses, our questions, our answers, for some time, observ'd no order? all crossing, or interrupting one another in sweet confusion, whilst we exchang'd hearts