Black Magic

He held me fast, and still Kiss'd me, till he was almost out of Breath, and then sitting down, says dear Betty, I am in Love with you.
His Words I must confess fir'd my Blood, all my Spirits flew about my Heart, and put me into Disorder enough, which he might easily have seen in my Face: He repeated it afterwards several times, that he was in Love with me, and my Heart spoke as plain as a Voice, that I lik'd it; nay, when ever he said, I am in Love with you, my Blushes plainly reply'd, wou'd you were Sir.
From this time my Head run upon strange Things, and I may truly say, I was not Myself; to have such a Gentleman talk to me of being in Love with me, and of my being such a charming Creature, as he told me I was, these were things I knew not how to bear; my Vanity was elevated to the last Degree: It is true, I had my Head full of Pride, but knowing nothing of the Wickedness of the times, I had not one thought of my own Safety or of my Virtue about me; and had my young Master offer'd it was first Sight, he might have taken any Liberty he thought fit with me; but he did not see his Advantage, which was my happiness for that time.