She made me sit down and
relate my little history; pitied my forlorn situation; bade me be
cheerful, and endeavored to make me so by an assurance that every good
Christian would give me assistance; then (while she sent to a
goldsmith's in the neighborhood for some tools I had occasion for) she
went up stairs and fetched me something for breakfast. This seemed a
promising beginning, nor was what followed less flattering: she was
satisfied with my work, and, when I had a little recovered myself,
still more with my discourse. She was rather elegantly dressed, and
notwithstanding her gentle looks this appearance of gayety had
disconcerted me; but her good nature, the compassionate tone of her
voice, with her gentle and caressing manner, soon set me at ease
with myself: I saw my endeavors to please were crowned with success,
and this assurance made me succeed the more. Though an Italian, and
too pretty to be entirely devoid of coquetry, she had so much modesty,
and I so great a share of timidity, that our adventure was not
likely to be brought to a very speedy conclusion, nor did they give us
time to make any good of it. I cannot recall the few short moments I
passed with this lovely woman without being sensible of an
inexpressible charm, and can yet say, it was there I tasted in their
utmost perfection the most delightful, as well as the purest,
pleasures of love.
She was a lively pleasing brunette, and the good nature that was
painted on her lovely face rendered her vivacity more interesting.
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