use? Already had her fingers been playing round my
cock, mine still smelt of her cunt. Telling the cab to wait, and putting
her bag inside it, in three minutes I had her in a baudy house close by
the Terminus (I dare say it's there now), and Molly's little cunt was
again moistened by me. If her mother had known the risks, she never
would have allowed her the journey to London.

When our heat was cooled by two hours dallying, kissing and fucking,
she got uneasy about being found out. We put our heads together for an
excuse. The address was Paddington, she was to say she waited an hour at
the station, then made a mistake, and went to Islington, and not
finding the street there came to Paddington. The excuse turned out good,
Paddington and Islington looked much alike on the scrawl.

I have often wondered at the rapid success I had with country women
at that time. With women whom I saw daily, and with whom I had much
opportunity, such as mother's servants, I was a long time getting my
aim; but at that period of my life I was often diffident; even with gay
women, a slight thing would at times make me cease speaking to them. But
here I no sooner attacked than the females fell to me. I attribute it to
the suddenness and impetuosity with which I made at times my advances,
and the boldness with which I proceeded to baudy extremities. When I was
once lanced, I was so strong, so lewd, that I am sure I communicated my
lewdness to them by some subtle magnetism, even before I spoke. Then I
was a London swell, a relative of the lady of the Manor, there was the
pride which women of the humble class have, in being singled out for
notice by a London gent, all these told. But my baudy, rapid assaults,
lustful cunning and an innate power of stirring up voluptuous sensations
in women when once I spoke, got me them more than anything else. When in
the country, I was thinking of nothing else, and had nothing else to
do but to hunt down cunts, and feed myself up for fucking them. When in
London the game was different.

Molly's aunt was a greengrocer. Molly did not keep her promise to meet
me, so I went to the place, saw her standing in the shop, and beckoned;
she shook her head. I passed and repassed, on foot, then in a cab, till
I thought the whole street would know me. At length she came out and
said, "Aunt won't let me out alone, mother's told her not; I can only
stay five minutes." She wanted a post-office,--could I find her one? I
did c