ly she went
round by Westminster bridge to avoid paying the penny. Then we left.
Her little friend I found was loitering close by. They went into a
pastry-cook's, and I watched them both eating together as they went
along towards Waterloo bridge, Kitt and Pol.

CHAPTER IV.

Little Pol consents.--Arsy-versy.--Broached, and howling.--
Kitty's vocalization.--A cheap virginity.--Two hours after.--
Love's money lost.--The street-gully.--Kitty pleases.--Pol
tires.--Kitty's habits.--Friendliness and frankness.--
Sausage rolls.--Confessions of lust.

On the appointed day I saw Kitty but alone, she followed me to the
house, and soon by my pego her sweet little cunt was distended. I had
her all the afternoon, and tailed her to the extent of my powers. The
girl was delighted, her eyes sparkled with lewdness. Was fucking nice?
"Oh! yes, yes," she replied, it was nicer than she thought, nicer
than gals told her it would be. This was after I had called her at our
meeting a little humbug, for not bringing her friend. The excuse was
that Pol's mother was at home. I did not believe it, but was so content
with her sweet little form, the ease with which I handled her, the
enticing look of the cunt, its tightness, and her pleasant, frank
manners, that I forgot all about the other little one, till going
away, then said, "Mind you bring your friend, and I'll give you five
shillings, but you know you won't, you little storyteller." "I will,--I
shall,--I'll make her come,--she wants, but she is such a foule,--and
she's frightened of her mother."

Another blazing hot day. The two were looking in at the pastry-cook's,
the taller with her arm round the neck of the other. I watched them for
a minute, Kit often looked around anxiously, and seeing me, moved off
quickly towards the street. I followed on the opposite side of the way,
then stopped. The small one stood with her back against a wall, Kitty
was gesticulating. I went on passing without noticing them. As I passed
I heard, "You are a _foule_,--you're a _liar_,--you said you would."
"I shan't then." Turning the corner I looked back. There they still were
standing as on the first day I saw them. Thought I, "She can't persuade
the little one," so walked on to W..l....n Street, to the Lyceum
portico, and back again in a fever of expectancy. As I got near the
house they both turned the corner, so in I went and waited till both
girls appeared, and soon heard two