She pushed me away; being on my knees, back I tumbled; as I did so,
caught her chemise and lifted it; she put her hands down to prevent it;
I kept my hold tightly, and it tore up with a noise, to where her stays
stopped it from going further; but the rent disclosed thighs belly and
motte simultaneously. She rose, tried to hide her nakedness, and stop
the chemise going further, her legs got somehow entangled with mine, I
fell back, and she fell clean over me. As I fell, my head struck the pot
and overturned it, I felt the warm piddle round my neck and head, and
at the same instant a heavy sort of blow on my nose, and hair on my
lips--it was her naked belly and motte which struck me as she fell on
me. We rolled over, and struggled for a second, I saw white thighs a
huge bum, and then we were both up. She opened the window and shouted
out, "Eliza, Eliza, I want you."

Then she turned to me with her eyes wide open, her bosom palpitating,
and said, "Get out, you are a nice young blackguard, I would not have
believed it, had I not found you out." And in the same breath hurriedly,
"Oh! my God, Wattie, what is the matter?" I felt a funny trickling
sensation on my upper lip, and putting my hand up to feel, removed it
covered with blood, the result of the blow of her motte on my nose,
which was pouring down blood copiously, and dropping on to my shirt. The
sight of blood always made me furious, "It's a blow from your belly,"
said I, "you did it purposely." She saw by that time it was not serious
and said, "it serves you right, and directly your mamma comes in I will
tell her." "Do," said I. She repeated, "You are a young blackguard."

In the excitement of opening the window, calling out, and seeing my nose
bleeding, she had forgotten her torn chemise; and I had thought about
nothing but my bleeding nose. Standing by the table to open the window,
her form had been hidden, but she moved, disclosed the torn chemise,
partly one of her hips, thigh, leg, and partially the hair of her cunt.
"I can see your cunt," said I staunching my nose. She snatched up the
torn chemise, hiding herself with it. "Oh! go, go," said she, "oh! that
mess, what shall I do!" and she stopped to set up the piss-pot which was
laying on one side; I rushed forward, nose still bleeding, and tried to
feel the half naked thigh. "For God's sake go," said she, "here is Eliza
coming." I heard Tom lumping up step by step slowly, assisted by the
housemaid, and bolted int