d I did at her.
Then I recollect noticing that her mouth was slightly open, and that she
looked seemingly vacantly at me (it always was so), that she had a black
silk dress on, and a dark-colored bonnet. Then desire impelled; I went
close to her, and began to lift her clothes. She pushed them down in a
commanding way saying, "Now none of that."

"Oh! here is your money," said I gutting down a sovereign on the
mantle-piece. She broke into a quiet laugh. "I did not mean that,"
she remarked. "Let me feel you." "Get away," said she impatiently, and
turning she took off her bonnet. I then saw she had thick and nearly if
not quite black hair, and recollect that I noticed these points just
in the order I have narrated them. Then she leaned her arm on the
mantle-piece again, and looked at me quietly, her mouth slightly open,
and I stood looking at her without speaking, my sperm fermenting in
my balls; but I was slightly bothered, almost intimidated by her cold
manner,---a manner so unlike what I usually met with in strumpets.

"You have beautiful legs." "So they say." "Let me see them." She laid
down on the sofa, her back to the light, without uttering a word. I
threw off coat and waistcoat, and sitting at the foot of the sofa threw
up her dress to her knees; higher I tried, but she resisted. Then
my fingers felt her cunt, and the delight of the feel and sight of her
beautiful limbs overwhelmed me. "Take off your things,--let me see you
undressed,--you must be exquisite." My hands roved all about her bum,
belly and thighs, and just seeing the flesh above her garters I fell
to kissing it, and kissed upwards till the aroma of her cunt met my
nostrils, and its thicket met my lips and mingled with my moustache,
which I then wore, though so few men then did. I fell on my knees by
the side of her, kissing, feeling, and smelling; but she kept her thighs
close together, and pushed her petticoats over my head whilst I kissed,
so that I saw but little of her beauties.

Then excited almost to madness by my amusement I rose up. "Oh! come
to the bed,--come." She lay quite still. "No,--do it here,--leave me
alone,--I won't have my clothes pulled up,--I won't be pulled about,--if
you want it have me, and have done." "Well get on to the bed." "I
shan't." "I can't do it on the sofa." "Well I'm going then." "You shan't
till I have had you,--only let me see your thighs." "There then,"--and
up went her clothes half-way. "Higher," "I shan't." Now