what her sister had said. Soon I knew all about her sister's doings,
from the night she lost her virginity to the birth of her last child.
The little fucking that the sister had, and her longing for more
affected me considerably; I quite longed to see this hot-bummed,
cunt-neglected wife, and soon my curiosity was to be gratified in a way
I little expected.

Jenny and I settled down quite matrimonially, I saw her certainly four
days a week, or else every day excepting Sundays. At times I spent the
whole day there, took wine, and meat, and newspapers. She cooked, and
very badly. We ate and drank together, and fucked, she cried about John
and her wickedness, and her fears of being found out. Then I read to her
the news, and also every baudy book I could get hold of, and explained
to her every use that could be made of our tools, both male and female,
from flat-cocking to buggery, so far as I knew,--but I did not know so
much as I do now.

To prevent its being known I was there, we got quite cunning. I was not
to come at eleven o'clock, because then the butcher came; nor at twelve,
because the girls were always at the window next door; between one and
two o'clock I was safe, because the family was always at dinner at that
time; at three the milkman came, and I avoided him. So with a little
trouble I pretty well escaped observation, during the eight or ten weeks
which I did husband duty, and perhaps as much as some two husbands would
have done.

Once she was awfully uneasy, for her courses had not come on, and shed
flood of tears. She would lose her John, poor fellow! When in that
way she was always pitying him, but she was always irregular in her
menstruation, which rendered it difficult to judge of her condition. Oh!
she was sure she was now in the family way, she had symptoms; she had
asked her sister how she had felt when she had conceived, and her own
symptoms were the same. "My God what shall I do!--I'll drown myself,
I will,--I shall never be able to face him,--poor fellow!" "Go and
get something, go and see some one." She went, took a dose of what she
called "hikery-pikery," and the ugly red stream came on. I don't believe
she was in the family way. Years after I heard she had never had a
child, though long married.

CHAPTER XX.

A Saturday afternoon.--Copulation interrupted.--Retreat cut
off.--Under the bed.--Enter sister.--The new dress.--Heat
and sweat.--Undressing.--Jenny's anxiety.--