for hardly a night passed without his fucking her, at night in
the cunt, and at morning, in full daylight, kneeling and feeling her
splendid arse, he took her in the rear aperture. He and she too felt it
was killing him, but his infatuation was overpowering, and he declared
if it did kill him he could not die a happier death. In fact a month
after we returned he had an apoplectic fit actually when his prick was
spending in her arsehole. He lived but a month afterwards. He left all
his property to his wife absolutely, with legacies of L2,500 to each of
my sisters, and L1,000 to me.

This sad event cast a gloom for some time over all our pleasures.

The Frankland took my sisters to reside with her, but all went down to
spend the first three months of mourning quietly with my mother. She,
too, took ill when we were with her, and died before the three months
were up. This drew me down to home, now mine, and the dear Frankland
continued to stay with us for two months longer, and then left for
London. We three orphans remained for all that winter in our old home,
settling a variety of things.

My sisters now with their succession to some L600 apiece, the L1,000
left them by our uncle, and the L2,500 by Mr. Nixon, and the L400 which
I promised them as a marriage present, and with their great beauty of
form and face, for both had grown into remarkably fine young women,
became very eligible matches.

Many country families sought us out after the first three months of our
mourning, and several offers were made to the girls. They were both
somewhat fastidious after the life they had led, but eventually both
were married. Mary to a very nice fellow, who proved, as she told me, a
first-rate fucker. He got her with child, and they had a son, a fine
boy, in the tenth month of their marriage. She was very happy, now and
then coming to see me, and getting a jolly good fuck from my renovated
prick, for now that he was lying fallow, my somewhat exhausted system
was getting quite recruited.

Alas! poor Mary lost her husband by cholera in the second year of their
marriage. He had a handsome estate, and left her well off, and sole
guardian to his son, who grew up a very fine fellow, and when at
puberty became the solace of his widowed mother, who had initiated him
into all love's mysteries.

Eliza was not quite so fortunate as her sister in her husband; he was a
good sort of man who, one would have thought, would just have suited
the