afterwards ten pounds. She was going to make up a sum of money to
buy a business for her father. She had been dressing very shabbily I
noticed, and said she knew I did not mind that, and it was all because
she was trying to save money,--to quit that life she hoped,--and I
believed it. I could not get her for several days, yet could have sworn
I had heard her voice one day in loud altercation with a man in the
parlour when I was waiting for her upstairs. I rang and asked for her;
the servant came, and asserted that Miss Mavis was not there, and
I never saw her that night. Next day I made an appointment (through
Hannah) for eleven a.m., and waited a long time before she came up. She
looked ill. "You've been crying." "I have not." "Yes you have,--your
eyes are red,--aye, and wet now." She asserted she had not, and then
burst out sobbing saying she was unwell. I was distressed, and sent for
wine, Hannah came up and comforted her (I saw Hannah knew all about it).
Then we were left to ourselves. "I've never been abed all night," said
Sarah. "Come to bed now." To my extreme astonishment _into_ bed she
came, after looking at me in a very earnest manner.

I had often asked her before, and she never would; saying she never
had been in bed but with one man, and never meant. I was enraptured,
stripped to my skin, and was soon pressing every part of her body to
mine. She gave herself up to me entirely, her tongue met mine as we
spent. "Don't throw me out now dear." "Very well." Oh! miracle, I
thought, and there we lay, prick and cunt soaking together, till we had
another fuck, then she dozed off in my arms, and I soon afterwards. We
slept more than two hours, then my fingers sought her cunt directly;
and awakened her. I told her the time, she sighed saying, "It's no
matter,--it serves them right." It was a day of miracles, Hannah sent up
food, we ate it in bed, we fucked again and again. I was delighted with
the spunk we left on the sheets; then we dined at the Cafe, and went
back to the baudy house,--more fucking, no cunt-washing, all was free
baudy, abandonment.

Hannah came up to us about the time Sarah usually left me, and told her
it was time to go. Sarah said she did not care a damn, Hannah begged
her to go,--she would go home with her. She agreed to go, kissed me, and
said I was a kind fellow. I waited outside, and tried to dodge her home;
but was unsuccessful; the two discovered me, stopped, and upbraided me,
and came back