ength so longed for her that I did. She
cried with joy, and kept me fucking till my back.was well nigh broken.

Then I was for some time out of England. On my return, burning with
desire, I went one night to her house. She had died of cholera, which
was then raging.

CHAPTER XVIII.

Costermongers' children.--A small girl, mother, and mangie.--A French
letter fetched.--Young Gallows' exploits.--The customers' linen.--A
hard-fleshed bum.--Invitation to anus.--A strange letch.--One big
with child.--Fucked for a sovereign and pleasure.--A creole.--My
misery.--Reflections.

Close by Kate's was a street with a carriage way, at one end narrowing
to a footway only. On one side a row of small houses, on the other a
very high blank wall. Costermongers' barrows and carts stood in the
carriage way at night; clothes-lines with ragged garments hung across
the street in the day. One dark night prowling about, cunt-feeling young
girls and baudying generally, I went up this street. I had been up it
before, and loved to hear the boys and girls chivying each other among
the carts, hinting baudiness as they caught the girls, and kissed them,
the girls squealing when liberties were taken with them. Occasionally
standing in the shadow of the carts, I listened whilst a man would
stealthily go up against the blank wall, a woman follow him. I would
stand feeling my prick till I saw them come away (in two or three
minutes usually), and rush into Mary Davis' or Kate's to get a relief
for my excited ballocks. There was but a feeblish light in the street,
and in one part of it none.

As I passed I saw a small girl standing inside the door of a house,
and thought I would like the little one. Sometimes I wanted the biggest
woman I could get, sometimes the smallest. She took no notice of me, I
repassed, and there she still stood. "Is she gay?" I wondered, "she does
not look it." Lots of girls and women not gay stood in a similar manner
in those streets. Again I passed, and stopped. "Will you let me come in,
and give you a kiss?" "Yes sir," said she stepping back.

I stepped in after her, one or two steps down. The room was below, and
entered direct from the street. A miserable place; on one side a
mangle, on another a poor dirty bed, a tile floor, dirty walls, wooden
furniture, all miserable. Had I known, I should have been horrified at
entering such a hole, but in my lust I thought of nothing but the young
girl, of the probable hairless