dreamy enjoyment had barely began, when she pushed me off
and sat up saying, "What have I done? what have I done? I am a married
woman!" Then comes tears, then a kiss from me, then talk, then tears,
and at intervals she told me a story of a bad, brutal, morose husband,
who had not fucked her for months. Half frightened, half hysterical, it
seemed as much pleasure to her to tell me her misery, as it had been to
have me doing her husband's work. We moved off the bed. "Oh! my God,"
said she, "look at the bed." I saw one wet patch as large as a tea-cup,
and another as large as a crown at the spot where her bum had laid on
the counterpaine. "What shall I do?" "Wash it." "But I have no other."
It was a bore no doubt. I left without being able to get permission to
see her again, but only tears, and an expression of her conviction that
she was a wicked woman.

Although she had not asked me not to tell anyone, which women so often
do who commit these little slips, I did not mention it to Henry. For
three or four days afterwards she did not come to the factory. I went to
her cottage. She was out. At length at the dinner-hour I met her face to
face by the factory. She looked ready to drop. An hour afterwards seeing
her burly husband at work, off to her house I went, and gave a single
knock. She opened the door, nearly fell back with surprise, and before
she could recover herself I was indoors. I had an altercation, a
refusal, almost a fight, but I conquered. Again she was fucked on the
bed, and now for the first time I had a look at her charms, her cunt
unwashed.

She was a plump little woman, dark-haired on head and tail, her quim was
neither large or small, her thighs round and white, she was an ordinary
person, neither handsome nor plain, and my curiosity was soon satisfied.
She kept exclaiming, "Oh! if he should come home!" I fell to work again
with vigor, and soon again spent. As I got off I observed under her bum
again a large wet place, but now on her chemise. "What a lot of spending
you have done," said I. "I can't help it," said she. My experience was
small, but I knew that from no other woman whom I had stroked, had such
an effusion taken place. Before I had spent I had felt her wetness on my
fingers. I had her on another occasion, and the same thing occurred. I
notice this because I only recollect meeting one other such case since;
Mrs. Smith, like the other to whom I refer, used after a few pushes up
her to squeeze he