the window over the low wall which separated the gardens; and had they
been looking, must have seen Jenny, me, and my prick. "Oh! if they have
seen, they will tell my Missus, and she'll tell my young man, and
I shall be ruined,--oh!--oh!--oh!" said she sinking back into an
arm-chair with a flood of tears,--half funk and shock, and perhaps
randiness, causing it.

I was alarmed. "Oh!" she sobbed, "if they saw you,--hoh!--ho!--and it
was no fault of mine,--you're a bad man,--oho! oho!" She sat with
her hands to her face, her elbows on her knees. I dropped on my knees
imploring her to be quiet, was sure no one had seen me, and tried to
kiss her. The position was inviting, I slid my hands up her clothes
between her thighs, she took no notice, was evidently in distress, not
even conscious of the invasion. A bold push, and my fingers touched
her cunt. I forgot all in the intensity of my enjoyment, at feeling my
fingers on the edge of the soft, warm nick. No repulse I I looked up,
she sank back in the chair, seemingly unconscious and deadly white.

I withdrew my hand, then came a mental struggle; my first impulse was to
get cold water, the next to look at her cunt. I went towards the door,
turned round to look at her. Her calves were visible, I ran back, and
lifted her clothes, so that I could just see her cunt-hair, gave her
thighs a kiss, and then rushed downstairs, got water, and as I entered
the room she was recovering. She knew nothing or next to nothing of what
had occured, nor that my fingers had touched her clitoris, though she
had not actually fainted.

"I wish I had some brandy," she said, "I feel so weak." "Is there any
in the side-board?" "No." "I'll go and get a little." A few hundred feet
from the house down a side-door, was a public-house. As I was going,
"You will let me in again?" I said. "If you promise not to touch me."
She looked so pale that I fetched brandy, but put the street-door key
in my pocket as I went. "If she don't let me in," I thought, "she shan't
have the key,--and what will she tell her sister about that?" It was
a key almost as big as a shovel; she never noticed that I had taken it
away. She thought by her dodge that she had got rid of me, and told me
so afterwards.

I brought back the brandy and knocked. "Let me in." "I won't." "Then you
shan't have the street-door key." This was spoken to each other through
the closed door. A pause, then the door opened. "You are coming Jenny."
We went