s savage, for the cook was
chaffing her. The next night I again turned the cook out and had
Harriet. On the third night the cook was restive. "You may do what you
like together, I shant take any notice of you," said she, "but I am not
going to be turned out of my own bed." When I began to fumble about
her, with the view-to annoy her into leaving, she struck out right at
my bal-locks saying, "If you annoy me, I will soon settle you for the
night," and it ended in Harriet coming into my bed-room.

I examined every part of her body much against her will, nor did she
fail when she warmed under my overhauling to look at me. But a woman is
soon satisfied, and when she has squeezed the balls, and looked at the
tip, she has done. Some men--and I am one--are insatiable and could
look at a cunt without taking their eyes off for a month. So I satisfied
myself well, and at times afterwards,--for she was a peculiar, and an
unpleasant woman in every way, one of the out-of-the-way ones not often
met with, and one I never want to meet again.

She was quite five feet ten high, her face was sallow and nearly white,
her eyes sloe black, but with the look of a dull serpent in them, her
mouth large, long, and straight, teeth white and large, and the whole
were shown when she laughed, and then she had half the look of a wild
beast. Whenever she smiled baudily, her look was still more unpleasant;
when thoroughly lewed, her eyes opened on you with a still worse stare;
often just before she spent I have seen them, and they startled me.

Her hair was jet black and magnificent, it fell nearly to her waist; her
shoulders were broad, but there was scarcely more breast than on a girl
of fourteen, and seen sideways she looked more like a man than a woman.
Her ribs you could count as she lay; she was very wide across her hips,
but she had almost as little flesh on her buttocks, as on her shoulders;
her belly was flat, and as she laid down seemed to fall in, and the
sides rose to the two projecting hip-bones; in fact she seemed to want
filling up all over, and yet she was not like a skeleton.

Her legs were thin, her thighs seemed closer than in other women's. I
used to say when fucking her, "Open your thighs." "They are open," she'd
reply, "they are the same as other women's." She had a huge conceit of
herself, and if I said other women's seem to open more, used to reply,
"What do you know about it?"

Her cunt was set in a quantity of longish blac