The London-Bawd: With Her Character and Life - Discovering the Various and Subtle Intrigues of Lewd Women by Anonymous
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_Betty_; withal my heart replied Mr. _Brightwel_, (for that was the
Steward's Name) and then he drank to the Gentleman, remembring all their Friends in _Bedfordshire_, especially at _Hargrave_. All these Passages the Bawd, who waited for one to come to her, in the next Room, heard distinctly, and took especial Notice of them; determining in herself to make some use of them: For she had a very great mind to be fingering of the fifty Guineas, and was laying a Plot how to come at them. And since the Man of Quality that was to meet her fail'd, she was resolv'd not to spend her time altogether idly. And therefore having Paid for the Pint of Wine she had call'd for, she attended the two Gentlemens motion; and finding they were ready to go (she having taken a distinct view of them thro' a hole in the wall) went out first herself, and waited in a convenient place for their coming out, which was soon after. When they were parted, one going towards _Long Lane_, and the other through St. _Bartholomews Hospital_, the Bawd made it her Business to wait upon the Ladies Steward, who had the Fifty Guinea's (which was the Prize she aim'd at) she takes an opportunity of getting before him, and then meeting him in _Long-Lane_: And just as she came at him, making a stand, I think, Sir, said she to him I shou'd know you: If I been't mistaken, your'e a _Bedfordshire_ Man: I am so, Madam, says the Steward: Then Sir, says she, I presume your Name's _Brightwell_. Yes, Madam, said he, it is so; but I don't know you: No, Sir, says she, I believe you have forgot me; but my Name's _Pierpoint_: _Brightwel_ hearing her say so, was a little surpriz'd, and started: How Madam, said he, _Pierpoint_! Yes Sir, says she, you han't forgot _Pierpoint_ of _Hargrave_, I suppose; I have some small Estate there still: Madam says he, I am very glad to see you; It is not an hour ago since I was Drinking your Health: I hope your good Daughter's very well: She's very well at your Service, Sir, replyed the old Crone; and I hope, Sir, you'l do me the honour to go and see her: I'll wait upon you another time, Madam, said he, but I an't in a condition to wait upon a young Lady now; O you are very well, reply'd she; |
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