put the light on the floor, one leg on the chair, and
with a small hand-glass looked at her quim, her bum was towards me. Not
satisfied she turned round, sat down facing me, putting the candle
on the floor and with legs so wide open as she could went on with her
investigation. I had a reasonably good look at her, and her cunt. As
said; she was nothing to look at, but I got in a fearfully excited state
and made some noise at the door which alarmed her, for up she got
and stood still listening. I went to my room, looking through the
half-closed door, hers opened and out came her head. I nodded and back
she went.

The next day she was going home, and as I now (although having rows with
mother about it) went out when I liked, just before she left I went out
and walked. It was dark. In two or three minutes out she came. After
walking by her side for a time I asked her point blank how she liked the
look of it last night. "What do you mean?" I told her all I had done.
"Oh!" she said with intense surprise, "what a mean thing to do." I told
her how one of our former servants used to look at me naked. After a
minute she did not appear to be at all disconcerted at having been seen
naked; from my description she could have had no doubt what ever that I
had seen all. "What did you look at your quim for?" asked I. "Ah! that's
my business; what did you look at me for?" "To see your cunt." Being at
a dark part of the road I began kissing her, and got my fingers on
to her belly. She made no row, but crossed her legs; and small and
seemingly weak as she was, succeeded in preventing me feeling. I was
out with her an hour, kissing, coaxing, attempting; I got my fingers and
hand over her bum and belly, but not on to her slit. At each failure she
laughed and said, "done again." I swore I would some day. "No you won't,
you're not the first that has tried," said she, and I went home without
having felt her quim properly.

I attempted it the next day and at every opportunity in the house and
out of it, till new servants came. She felt my prick, would look at it,
squeeze the balls, talk about fucking and baudiness to any extent, tell
me what she had seen, and what she had heard about such matters. She at
length scarcely resisted my feeling her bum, belly and legs, yet I never
got my finger on to her slit, so as to feel the moisture; for she closed
her little legs and wriggled, or got away from me somehow. Once or
twice when I got a little rough