ult of matured experience, and was not written at the
time this part of my narrative was.)

They turned up the high-road, and at their earnest request I fell
behind, they left the linen at a house, and brought back other baskets,
then I recommenced chaffing. When we were in the lane bounded on one
side by a wall, on the other by a ditch and corn-field. They stopped and
begged me to go, for so many people knew them on the road. Prudence told
me we had better separate, but my mind full of the idea of getting the
younger girl, I asked them to have a drink. No,--they would be seen.
Would they meet me? Yes. When? They could not say,--but I had their
address.

I am not clear why, but up till then I had not said what I had heard and
seen, but I kept it to myself, although dying to let it out. I again sat
at the edge of the barrow, and refused to get up till they both kissed
me. They could not go without the barrow, and after a little sham I
kissed them both. Then the devil took all control off of me, and as I
kissed one I felt outside her till she wriggled away from me. This in
the open lane.

"Now," said she, "Mr. Impudence, I've a good mind to slap your head for
doing of that." "I'm sure you liked it,"--and I went towards her. She
ran ahead, and took up a stone. "I'll heave this at you," said she
looking as if she meant it. I desisted, and went back to the barrow,
"What's he done?" said the sister who had been standing a little
distance off. "I'll tell you bye and bye,--come on." The younger began to
handle the barrow, but I sat down on a handle, some one came along. "You
will do us harm," said one of the girls.

"Tell your sister what I did." "Shan't,--get up." I then, forgetful of
my intention, blurted all out, imitating their voice and manner.
"Fuck,--hish! some one will hear,"--a slap. "Fuck,--there then."

The younger stood like a statue, her mouth opened wide, her lower jaw
almost seemed dropping off; the elder stared at me, her eyes nearly
out of her head. "Sarah says the bigger it is the better she likes it."
Their faces got blood-red, they stared at each other, then one said, "I
wish you'd get up, and let me have my barrow."

"I saw you both piddle," then I looked up and down the lane in both
directions, I was bursting. "Look," said I pulling out my prick, "it's
as thick and stiff as his, isn't it?" No one was in sight still.

"I wish there was a policeman," said the elder, "oh! you beast,--we'll
tell the po