I
recollect.

After that her manner changed, she ceased to resist; but when I asked
her to go to a house with me, she said, "No, no, I am not coming to
that." Now, though tranquil, she was more capricious, sometimes letting
me feel her, or do it to her with impatience; at other times with
evident desire to please; but I was so often baulked, and I plagued her
so incessantly to meet me somewhere, that at length she did, saying,
"Well, it little matters, as I have made my bed, so I must lie on it." I
did not know then what she meant by that.

She got a holiday, we had food at a tavern, went to the house to which I
first took Charlotte, and into the same room; what a reminiscence! As I
got to the door, she looked nervously round and said, "I may as well
be hung for a sheep as a lamb." It was a joyous day for me. Once in the
house she became gay and amatory, threw off all restraint, and abandoned
herself to sexual enjoyment in a way she never did but twice again.

She was simply dressed as was customary with servants in those days.
Soon I had her standing naked before me with but boots and stockings on.
And what a sight she was. Quite five feet eight high, stout, yet as it
seemed to me then, without a single part of her body either flabby
or shapeless, her skin was of such dazzling whiteness that her white
stockings looked dull by contrast, very light brown hair, which when
pulled out nearly hung to her waist, the hair of her cunt and arm-pits
in quantity of a lighter golden brown; all looked much darker than their
true colour, against the dazzling whiteness of the skin. Ample calves
and thighs, breasts firm as ivory, her arms to match in plumpness and
whiteness, her hands alone discoloured by work, looked dark against the
rest of her glorious person. I recollect this all well, and that at that
time I disliked light-haired women: but in her suddenly, the light hair
appeared to me lovely.

She changed in manner that day from a condescending matron, to a
lover of my own age; had the complacency of a gay woman, tempered with
modesty. I had no notion of baudily posturing women which I learned
in after life, but had an innate love and perception of all that
was beautiful, and began placing her in attitudes favorable to the
contemplation of her charms. She complied with all; from belly to side,
from side to back I turned her; she smiled as if pleased, curious, and
astonished; and when I turned to quench my passion in her, sh