nor spoke to her, though
I occasionally saw her and winked.

"I hait heard much of your gun squire," said one of the game-keepers,
"there ought to have been lots o' rabbits pass you in this beat." I said
I had scarcely seen any,--how could I?

Rainy weather set in, Nelly and Sophy were available but al-fresco,
copulation impossible, and the long tramp or ride to ------ to the baudy
house not to my taste. I had now no excuse for going to the farm, and no
Pender. So one morning I set off for London. Just as the train started
Molly and her mother appeared; she put the girl into a third-class
carriage. At the first station the train stopped at I got into the
carriage with Molly, who opened her eyes wide when she saw me. We were
soon in conversation. Molly was going to an aunt's in London who was to
meet her at the Terminus. You may guess which way my talk ran. I kept
whispering lewd things in her ear. An elderly stern-faced woman got
in at a station, fixed her eyes on us, especially on me, and at length
said, "Do you know that young woman?" Her coolness nearly settled me,
but I said I did, kept on talking, and was delighted when about two or
three stations further on she left with the remark to Molly, "Take care
of yourself my gal, and don't have anything to say to strange men or
women."

There are tunnels on that line. There were no lights then in third-class
carriages. In one tunnel I kissed her, and on my kiss being returned,
got my fingers on her cunt, and kept them there till approaching light
made me withdraw them. It was a cold foggy day. I sat close to her
wrapped in a travelling-cloak, and partially covered her with it and
with my rug. I got her hand under my cloak and with the pretense of
warming it, gradually introduced my prick into her hand, and there I
kept it a quarter of an hour, she looking in such a fright all round at
the people every now and then, but enjoying the warmth of the feel. Just
before entering London is another tunnel, I had another grope at her
warm quim, and arranged my clothes.

I got her London address, and entered a cab, determined to follow her,
and see if she was deceiving me. She waited, no one appeared to meet
her, one or two men spoke to her, and as she told me later asked her to
go and have drink. Then I got out. "No one is here," said I. "Come
and have some wine, you can say you waited ever so long should they
come,--there is some error about meeting you."

How could she ref