, "that will
help you." "Don't want it." Seeing where her pocket-hole was I pushed
it into it. "Oh! what a lucky sovereign, to lay so close to your cunt
Jenny,"--and pushing my hand into her pocket I touched the bottom of her
belly through the linen. Again a struggle, a repulse, then she put her
hand into her pocket. "You're feeling your cunt Jenny," said I. "O--oh!"
said she taking it out quickly, "I was feeling for the money,--I won't
have it."

Then I kissed her till the sweat ran off my face on to hers. "Oh! my
goodness," said she as it grew darker, "it's going to thunder again."
"Have another glass." "No it's gone into my head already." But she took
a gulp of mine. "Let's fuck you Jenny dear." "What?" "Fuck." "Shan't."
"Oh! you know what I mean." "No I don't, but it's something bad if it's
from you." I pulled out my prick, and tried to push her on the sofa.
She got away, and then with my prick out I chased her round the table.
"Leave off," said she, "a joke's a joke, but this is going too far."
She was getting lewd, and was staring at my prick which showed above the
table as I chased her. Quick as me she managed to keep just on the side
of it opposite to me.

"I'll swear I won't touch you again if you will sit down." "I won't
trust you,--you've been swearing all the afternoon." "So help me God I
will," said I, and meant it. "Well then not when you are like that." I
pushed my prick inside my trowsers, and then she sat down. What a
long time this takes to tell, what repetition! but there are not many
incidents I recollect more clearly.

Then I took out ten sovereigns, all bright, new ones, laid them on the
table, and then the broach. "Do you like that Jenny?" "Yes." "It is for
you if you will let me, and those ten sovereigns also." "You are a bad
man," said the girl, "and would make me forget myself and be ruined,
and without caring a bit,"--and she began rocking her head about, and
rolling her body as she sat beside me, and looking at the money. "Who
will know?--you won't tell your young man,--I shan't tell my wife,--let
me." "I shan't,--never,--never,--never,--never, if it was fifty pounds,"
said she almost furiously. "He won't find it out." "Yes he would."
"Nonsense,--half the servants do it, yet marry,"--and then I told her of
some I had who had married. "No,--no,--no," she kept repeating, almost
bawling it out, as I told of Mary So-and-so who married a butler, and
Sarah So-and-so who married my greengrocer, t