ds, but mainly upright, the grass being now damp. One
evening we went to the baudy house. I had pleasure in fucking her, but
she was always crying. "Why do you meet me?" said I. "To get money to
help me if they turn me out." "When?" "When they find I am in the family
way." At last but with difficulty, I got out of her much about her
seducer and give the narrative as near as I can in its order.

"Yes it is a big man, a fine, tall man, and quite a man, not old, not
young.--Oh! I dare not say who, it would be worse for me (a cry),--you
won't tell Nelly,--how came you to know my sister?--do you do anything
to her?--now do tell me." "Well tell me your history, and perhaps I will
tell you about Nelly."

"Well he got into bed with me saying, 'It's cold,--and it were,--let's
lay here, it will be no harm, no one will know.' I said I would hollow,
but there was no one in the house--Now I am letting out, and I won't."
She stopped, and would not tell more.

Persuasion, kisses, promises, and she answered my questions again. "He
cuddled me, he was big and strong, and I could not help it; and then he
pulled up my shimmy, and his shirt was up, and he put his belly close to
mine." "Then his prick was up against your belly?" "I shan't say," said
she with a modest fit, no sham. "Was it?--was it just as my prick now
is?" Her story was exciting me, I pulled her belly up to mine, and my
prick, a right good stiff one was between us. "I suppose it were," said
she, "I don't recollect, all seems in a muddle, he hurt me dreadful, I
screamed, he put something over my mouth, and I don't know no more; but
he was doing it right up, and I were hollowing,--and then I cried."

"Are you sure you cried out?" "I hollowed I know, but I knowed there
was no one to hear." "Then you were in the house alone?" "Yes." "What
house?" "I shan't say,--Nelly is always asking, and I _won't_ say,--you
won't tell her, will you now sir, what I have told you?"

"I don't recollect more," she went on, "but he lay on me, oh! a long,
long time." "Not up you?" "Yes oh! a long time." "Did he keep on
fucking?" "He kept on a doing it and stopping,--no he never pulled it
out, at last I fainted or slept I suppose, for when I recollect more he
was out of bed. Then he got into bed, and he did the same I can't say
how many times. When it were day I said, 'Ain't you going to work?' and
he said, 'No. If any one comes they will think I am gone, and if you say
a word if anyone knocks I