liar in the place. It was sneaking of you to be hiding like
that, and watching me," said she.

I wanted to fuck her, but she would not let me. She slanged me, said
I had deceived her, had said I would keep her, and lots of other
things,--and off she went. I took no notice for a fortnight, then went
to the lodgings of Sarah, and had a talk with her. Sarah said that
Esther was mad with me for not writing nor going to see her, and blamed
me for not "behaving handsome". "No other man has ever touched Esther,"
said she, "you don't seem to care about her,--but there's plenty who
do,--there are two or three gents about who would be glad to be in your
place."

I had her again, then had a desire to get into her sister, and tried
several times to see Matilda, caught her standing with Esther in the
lane once or twice, but she bolted off directly I went up to her. Once
she opened the door to me at her cottage, and slammed it in my face.
I had not told Esther what had made Matilda cry out till that day,
and then I did. "It's a lie," said she, "you went up my sister
Matilda?--what a crammer!" "She might tell her sister," and she did.
Matilda said I was a liar, and that what I had done was to shove my
finger violently up her, and hurt her very much. Esther believed
her sister. Matilda was going to be married to the potman at the
public-house close by, I then heard.

After that Esther met me a few times, and her sister seemed much on her
mind; for she unvariably after she had felt my prick for a minute would
say, "And you mean to tell me it went right into Tilda?" "Yes right in."
"Oh! what a story,--it could not have been." I grew tired of her, and
she of me,--probably some other man had taken a fancy to her, so I gave
her ten pounds one night, told her I was going abroad, and would see
her on my return, but I never did. I saw her near my mother's house
two years afterwards with quite a genteel well-dressed young man, she
looking nice and fresh, but very vulgar. She saw me. Her eyes had a
painful expression in them, partly like fear, partly as if she were
going to cry; and then she dropped them. They passed me, I of course
not taking the slightest notice, but had a cock-stand, and felt jealous,
--such a funny thing is male nature. I never saw her afterwards, but saw
Sarah the washerwoman and ex-harlot, and gave her five shillings for a
chat about the two girls. Esther had gone off with a gent, Matilda had
married the potman, who had