Daniel DefoeThus the Government of our Virtue was broken and I exchang'd the Place of Friend for that unmusical harsh-sounding Title of Whore.
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Maria is telling the reader that she danced for her master, but this time she was dancing to please him, rather than herself. Rather than dancing for who she really is, Maria now danced to please her master. This changes things, but not in the way she hoped. It doesn’t change who she is at all; Maria has only exchanged the role of friend for that of whore. She is no longer dancing for herself, but is now dancing for someone else.
Source: Moll Flanders
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