yer?--yah!--yah!--poop!"--and off he drove.

She began to deplore her poor dress, bought a pair of white stockings,
and I kept them for her, because she was afraid of taking them home.
"Oh! ain't I kept under," said she, "I hate it,--I have a good mind to
bolt." "Then you will turn gay." "Well I would like to dress nice, and
do as I like, instead of minding children and working." I persuaded her
not.

"Have you had no other man but me for the last two months?" "Only one,"
she said, "but I'm never out if it rains, and I can't get out of nights
cause of mother, and I wash and mend,--so how can I?" "I'll go and ask
for some one else at your room, to see if you're in or not." "Do,--if I
don't open the door, mother will, on Monday I'll take the brats into the
Waterloo road for a walk." She did, and I saw her. How short her clothes
were! a carman as he passed stooped down, and gave her legs a pinch. Her
mother was at home.

The girl grew fast, each week she seemed bigger than the week
previously, the sausage-rolls agreed with her, the hair on her cunt
lengthened,--she was so pleased when I remarked it,--her desire was to
have as much hair on her quim as Betty had. Then she began to get heavy,
dull, and drooping. One day I had her on the side of the bed, just for
variety sake, for sometimes I found it delightful to see my prick up to
its roots in her, and the next instant its tip. Her cunt felt very wet,
looking at my half-uncunted prick it was covered with blood. I pulled
it out, a red stream followed running all over her chemise. I had never
seen such a sight before when fucking, and only once I think since,
though I have poked women in that state.

"What is the matter?" said I startled for the moment, "you're poorly?"

"Oh!" cried out the girl, "I must go to mother,--ohl let me go." I tried
to comfort her, she took no notice of me, but dressed and ran out of the
house quickly, white with terror and without her money. That night I
had Brighton Bessie, and told her about it. Bessie said the dirty little
bitch ought to be flogged by the hangman; if she had her way all such
young bitches should be sent to prison, and the men who had them ought
to be punished as well.

Kit's first poorliness had come on, that accounted for her dullness, she
had no idea of what was taking place in her, her mother had not warned
her. Of course, the girl knew of the ailment common to her sex, but
her monthlies had taken her by surprise. I nev