, she set up a squeal, and I desisted. I
offered her money. She replied, "No thank you, I am not going to spoil
my chance that way." Our conversation used to begin by my saying, "How
is your duff?" "Oh! nicely, thank you; how is your jock?" "All right and
stiff, waiting for your duff." "Then it will wait a long time," and so
on. It always ending in my trying to feel her, and getting no further.
At length they left, new servants coming.

I frequently saw her afterwards, and always began the same game. My
mother was told I had been seen talking to her, so after that I only
spoke to her at dusk. Some time afterwards she married a gardener, and
I occasionally saw her, but recognition came to a knowing nod and smile,
which she always returned. Meanwhile I had got my fortune, as I shall
tell; had no end of women, and had forgotten her, when walking across
a field not far from our house, I overtook a short woman with a little
child, and it was she. A shower came on, and we went into a barn, no
one was in it. She told me I was said to be a "dreadful chap after the
gals." "You know all about that now," said I. "Yes," she replied with a
grin, and gradually talking baudier, we went on, until in a few minutes
I had laid her down and fucked her on the hay. "I told you I would do
it," said I. "But you didn't when you said you would,--now it won't
matter." That was her notion. The rain continuing, she said she must go,
whether wet or dry. Neither of us had an umbrella. She pulled her gown
over her head, and saying, "You won't tell anyone, will you," took the
child by the hand and was going, when my appetite came again. I pulled
her back, and with little persuasion, again went up her. She enjoyed the
fuck greatly. As I lay on the top of her we heard a bang, and the barn
grew dark; a man was shutting the door. "Ulloh!" said he, "I didn't know
any one was there; I hope I ain't disturbed you." We made no reply,
but out we went. "You will have a boy out of this," said I. "I hope I
shall," said she. That was the end of my adventure, for I never had her
again, and she soon left the neighborhood. It was her own little child
that was with her.

Though I have (as I shall in other cases) told all I had to do with her
consecutively, yet between the time when she was in our house, and the
time of meeting her at the barn, three or four years must have elapsed;
and didn't we talk baudy in the barn before I got into her. That may
have warmed her up,