nd was father of both children, or what would have
been both children.

This ended my intrigues with servants for some time, for my fucking took
quite another direction. Harlots of small degrees amused me till I came
into what was a pretty fortune in those days.

CHAPTER XIII.

Of age.--Camille my first French woman.--Lascivious
delights.--Harlots by the dozen.--Baudy books.--Tribades.--
A grey-haired cunt.

I came into my property, and to the great horror of my mother and
family, soon gave up my post at the ------ and my intended career and
determined to live and enjoy myself. I had been all but posted to a
regiment, that commission I resigned, though all my youth desiring it. I
lost much money by doing so. What I did between the time that I had the
two sisters, until I went regularly to the town, is not worth telling of
more than already done. Frig myself, I did not, gay women since my last
clap I was shy of, but I used to shag a servant of a family close by,
and rather think one of our own servants; but if so, all circumstances
made small impression on me, and nearly escaped my mind, excepting those
of a comely woman of about thirty with black curls, of a wall not far
from a church, and of fucking her up against it, of her being so anxious
to get indoors by nine o'clock, and scuffling off with her wetted cunt
directly she had finished with me. Her name or who she was I quite
forget.

This I know, that I had no other woman at home, and had no liking for
gay women, nor is it to be wondered at, since my experience with them
was confined to one I had with my cousin Fred, women by the roadside who
would take a shilling, and others of a queer class in the confines of
the Waterloo road (two debauches there told of) then filled me with
horror, and three claps; yet I was to leave off giving my passion to
quiet women, and bestow all my attention for a time on gay women.

Walking up Waterloo place one evening, with plenty of money in my
purse, and lust in my body, I met a fine, clear complexioned woman, full
twenty-five years of age, who addressed me in French, and then in broken
English. She had an eye, and manner which fascinated me, her dress was
quite elegant, as unlike the French women of Regen street of the present
day, as a duchess is to a milkmaid; but she was the ordinary French
whore of the day, of whom there were but few in London (there was no
railway to Paris); and who were exclusively s