and she exhausted me and herself. For
a day or two afterwards she gave me every chance at home, and we fucked
furiously. She took to calling me a dear fellow, when her tongue was
not against mine, but which was always the case when our mouths got
together; and I imagine now, must have been a greater luxury to her than
it was then to me. Soon after she received several letters which I said
were from her lover. "I wish they were," said she. Then she took ill,
and when better, refused me altogether. I had opportunities, but she
would not. I said I wished I had never seen her; she said she wished so
too, for she was fond of me, although it was ridiculous at her age
and mine. Afterwards when mother was one evening at the bottom of the
garden, Eliza gone out to the library. I seized Mary as she closed the
shutters; kissing and begging her. She opened her thighs, my fingers
were on her clitoris; she kissing me at intervals said: "Oh! no, oh! I
can't, dear--I dare not--Walter, Walter, you must not; I am a married
woman, and am going home to my husband most likely."

Soon afterwards she told me her history. Married seven years previously,
her husband became dissipated and unfaithful; and from being a
well-to-do tradesman, brought himself to the condition of a labourer.
She forgave him until he gave her a disease, then she left him as she
had threatened to do. Nothing he could say would induce her to have
anything more to do with him. "Is there anything about me that a man
could not be satisfied with for years?" she asked, as if I were a judge.

She went home to her mother. He appears to have been fond of her. Love
of women was his great fault; but the disease so set her against him,
that all his entreaties were useless. Nevertheless she was his wife, and
getting into the mother's house one day, when she was alone (Mary), he
fucked her with violence--and violent it must have been, for she was as
strong as a horse. Directly afterwards she left and went to service in
London, confiding only her address to her mother, taking a false name,
and writing him, that if ever he found her out and annoyed her, she
would go abroad. Her husband made the mother a sort of promise to keep
steady for three months, but failed in doing so, went to America, had
never ceased to write affectionate letters which came to her through
her mother, and had recently written to say he had made a large sum of
money, and was coming home. He had sent money home t