mbs were aching from exposure to night-air, as I spoke.

Three days had made a great change in me. My prolonged abstinence from
women, and now my recovery, my taking more to animal food, wine, and
my usual mode of living, the quiet life I was leading, all my physical
forces at their highest. My cock stood from morning till night, not a
woman passed me, young or old, without my desiring them. I thought of
nothing else, and to this perhaps is due the variety of poking I got.
Luck usually falls to those who look out for it.

I have said there was a shrubbery round the grounds connecting with that
from the Hall to the farm; quite on the other side of the Hall were the
stables, and the gardener's house. None of the stablemen or gardeners
were on the farm-side. The servants of the Hall slipped down to the
farm to gossip, but it was not allowed. The only person who regularly
traversed the shrubbery was Mrs. Pender, who twice a day took milk, and
dairy produce to the Hall.

Half-way down this shrubbery-path was a path connecting with that which
went quite round the grounds. Cunningly contrived, and leading out of
it was one to a large privy, usual in such grounds as my aunt's. A large
octagonal house covered with ivy, with a door and two glass windows, a
house devoted to shitting, but large enough to hold a dozen people.

One or two days after I had had Whiteteeth and Pender, I dodged about
after the latter, but there were people about. I went off to the
hay-making, but there were only men carting hay; so I went sniffing
about the servants in the house, but nothing came of that. In the
afternoon I went to the farm-yard, and prowled about to find some
chance, and place to get Pender, and went up into the big loft in the
barn over the cart-shed. Why I went up there I don't know, and had not
been there a minute before I heard a scuffle, and a kiss. "I shant,
now--you saucy boy," said a female voice. Another kiss, and a scuffle.
"I must go to the house," said the female. I peeped: it was a nursemaid,
and my aunt's page. The girl ran off, leaving the page. They did not see
me.

My aunt's male in-door servants consisted but of a middle-aged butler
who had been in her service many years, a slow, solemn man, a widower,
and a page taken on when small, who had recently grown rapidly, and was
a heavy, stupid, gawky lad, between fifteen and sixteen years old, too
big for his place. My aunt, although always intending to dismiss him,
ke