k no notice of him, and he
left her. After walking on for a minute quickly she loitered and looked
in the shops again.

Near Exeter Hall my cock which was in want of relief giving me
impudence, and liking her looks I spoke to her about the things in the
windows. At first I got no reply, and she walked on. "Come with me, and
I'll give you a sovereign." "You can buy it then." What it was I don't
recollect. She seemed uneasy and wavering, yet made no reply. I repeated
my offer (it was just then money beyond my means, but I had hot desire
on me). She looked up the street in both directions, and asked, "Will
it be far?" I took her at the instant for a sly gay one. "You know I am
sure, it's close bye." "It's getting late, I'm in a hurry." Looking both
ways quickly and uneasily she placed her arm in mine, and hanging her
head down pressed close to me. We walked quickly, and soon were in a
snug room in a house at the back of Exeter Hall.

"This is not a public-house", said she looking round. "No, but you can
have a drink if you like." "A little warm brandy and water then." I
ordered it. "Take off your bonnet and cloak." She hesitated. "Tell me
the exact time." I did, and then she took them off, sat down, and soon
sipped brandy and water looking at me. Thought I, "You must be a servant
after all."

I began to caress her, and got my hand on her thighs asking her to come
to the bed. "I must go soon, let me go soon." "I will, but let me see
your legs, and feel them." She let me pull the clothes up to her knees,
then pushed away my hand but I thrust one up, and just felt the cunt.
She gave me a shove, and nearly pushed me over, for I had dropped on to
my knees, a favorite attitude of mine at such times.

Savagely I got up. "Don't be a fool; if you mean to let me do it come
to the bed." She hesitated. "Give me the money first." "Oh!" thought
I, "she is a whore diseased, and a bilk," so I refused. "You really will
give it to me, won't you?" "Of course, but I'm not to be done that way."
Then I got her on to the bed, and threw up her clothes. She resisted.
"What do you take me for?" "Why a whore", said I savagely. It was a word
I rarely used _of_ a woman, still rarer _to_ a woman. She pushed my hand
angrily away and sat up.

"I am not, and wish I had not come here, and would not, only I want
money for my poor mother, I thought you a gentleman,--I'm not the sort
of a woman you say, I'm a servant, I am indeed." "Well if you are, you