o my room.

I held the door ajar and listened. "Where is Master Walter?" said the
housemaid as she got to the top landing. "I don't know," said Mary, "is
he not in the drawing-room?" "I don't know," replied Eliza, "what do you
want?" The door closed, I heard no more, but felt sure that Mary did not
mean to tell. My nose left off bleeding, I washed it, and crept quietly
downstairs.

Eliza and Tommy went down again into the garden; shortly afterwards
down went cook into the kitchen, five minutes after down I went. It was
always dullish in the afternoon there. I had thought that I might risk,
and as I passed the door from the kitchen leading into the garden, shot
the bolt so that, had the housemaid come down that way, she could not
get in also.

Mary was sitting close to the fire. "No more nonsense I hope," said she.
There was a kiss and forgiveness soon given me, in her tranquil way.

Again I sat down on the huge kitchen fender, and the next instant was
thinking what I had best do. I had seen those wonderfully large, white
thighs, seen the thicket of lightish hair between them, had felt no
cunt fully for weeks, and was dying with lust. She was as serene as if
nothing had happened, and kissed me, but in the usual motherly sort of
way. She rose up saying, "I must begin to shut up; what is Eliza staying
out so late in the garden with that child for?" That instant I thrust
my hand up her clothes, got it on to the motte, and clutched the hair
between my fingers; it was easy enough, for it was about the longest and
thickest motte thatch I have yet felt Down she sat, and tried to push
me away, but I had firm hold of the hair, and as I did on a similar
occasion with Charlotte, pulled and hurt her; she ceased to push me
off, and there I stopped, my prick throbbing, and every fibre in me,
palpitating with the lust of long continence. Then I pulled and hurt her
again, threatening to hurt her more still unless she let me feel her;
knowing the housemaid must knock before she could get in suddenly, I was
bold.

She bore my tugs with a little flinching and never answered my
entreaties. I had found my courage, and used the words cunt and fuck; it
was getting dark; looking at me steadily, she said, "So young and yet so
cruel, five minutes ago you were saying you were so fond of me, and now
you are trying to hurt me; you promised you would not touch me again,
now you are doing it; you are all alike, young and old, cruel and
liars." I