all the way home, and the father
knocked her down when he came home. "If I thought you'd turn a whore,"
said he, "I'd murder you." She told her mother the truth entirely, but
only got her ears boxed still more,--she should have told her Master,
the mother said. After this she was again kept at home, a short time
after her father died, her mother changed her quarters, keeping her
indoors to take care of the children, and had no idea that her daughter
was getting fucked to enable her to buy sausage-rolls, as well as for
the pleasure of having a male.
CHAPTER VI.
Sausage-rolls, and consequences.--Kitty's home.--The little
ones.--A saucy cabman.--Catamenia.--Fucking economies.--
Changing money.--Pol and the bargee.--Kit implicated.--A
black eye and bruised rump.---A little boy's cock.--
Preparation for travel.--'Kit's regret.--Bessie in tears.--
Amusements abroad.--Home again.--Kitty a strumpet.--An
evening at B.w Street.--Kitty's eight months doings.
One day I took some sausage-rolls to the baudy house, she clawed hold
of one directly. "Ain't they prime!" said she, and never ceased till
she had finished them all--such a lot,--then she turned pale. "I must go
home," she said. "Why?" She began putting on her things. "What is your
hurry?" "I can't wait." "Are you ill?" "Yes,--yes,--I must go." "Then I
won't pay you." "I'm not well." "How,--you want to go to the privy!" "I
do," said the girl hanging her head. I rang the bell, told the woman to
show the lass where to ease herself. When she came back I could not
get her to look me in the face, and thinking of her operation gave me
a distaste for her that day, so I let her go without doing anything.
Ridiculous that of course, but I tell things just as they occurred.
When it rained, and she could not meet me, how angry she was. "If I buy
an umbrella mother will wonder where I got it." Once she nearly got wet
through, and I did not see her that time, because I did not expect her
to be out.
She told me where she lived, and I arranged that if it rained I would go
to the front of the house in a cab. I did that once only, and the cabman
insolently demanded about five times his fare when I got down at E----r
Street, saying I had enticed a young girl into the cab. "Yer haught to
be glad to be let orf with ten bob," said cabby, "think yerself lucky a
peeler don't drop on you for taking a young gal like that,--yah! you're
a swell, ain't
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