The Coquette by Hannah Webster Foster

The Coquette by Hannah Webster FosterOr, the History of Eliza Wharton

I thought her cousin watched her with a jealous eye; for she is, you must know, a prude; and immaculate–more so than you or I–must be the man who claims admission to her society. But I fancy this young lady is a coquette; and if so, I shall avenge my sex by retaliating the mischiefs she meditates against us.