ave me alone." I threw her down, and got my hand up her
clothes. She loudly screamed, and that is all I recollect clearly; I
know that I struggled with her, offered her money, told her I knew her
sister had been fucked, and a lot more. I was so much stronger that
she had no chance, I rolled over her, she screamed, and screamed again
(there was no one nearer than the Hall), I exposed her bum, her thighs,
her cunt, and all she had. I was furious with lust, determined to have
her; at last she was under me, panting, breathless, crying, and saying,
"Now don't,--oh! pray don't," but I lunged fast, furiously, brutally,
and all I heard was, "oh! pray,--pray now,--oh!--oh!--oh! pray," as I
was spending in her holding her tight, kissing her after I had forced
her. Her tears ran down. If I had not committed a rape it looked
uncommonly like one, and began to think so as I lay with my prick up
her.

I got off her, saw for an instant her legs wide open, cunt and thighs
wet and bloody, she crying, sobbing, rubbing her eyes. I was now in a
complete funk, I had heard field-women so light spoken of, that they
were so accessible, that I expected only to go up a road that had often
been travelled. This resistance and crying upset me, the more so when at
length rising, she said, "I'll tell my sister, and go to the magistrate,
and tell how you have served me out."

I really had violated her, saw that it would bear that complexion before
a magistrate, so would not let her go, but retained her, coaxed, begged,
and promised her money. I would love her, longed for her again, would
take her from the fields, and every other sort of nonsense a man would
utter under the circumstances. She ceased crying, and stood in sullen
mood as I held her, asking me to let her go. I took out my purse, and
offered her money which she would not take, but eyed wishfully as I kept
chinking the gold in my hand. What a temptation bright sovereigns must
have been to a girl who earned ninepence a day, and often was without
work at all.

In an hour and a half I suppose, old Smith came back, he had really got
a parcel for her to take. She began to cry, and blurted out that the
gentleman had insulted her. "What, has he kissed you?" "More than
that,--boo hoo." "What has he done?" "Been dirty with me,--and I'll tell
my sister, and go to the justice."

"Pough child," said Smith, "he arn't done you any harm,--a gent like
him,--don't make a fuss,--make it up,--it's all fair