me remark; and I found that
each was careful not to tell the other; which was just what had occurred
with two sisters, of whom I have already written. This was very jolly.
Meanwhile I once or twice had a cheap poke on the road, but always with
fear of disease.

I had but little chance of the cook having now no pretext for going into
the kitchen, and the sisters were not much separated; but I looked up my
chances indefatigably, and finding Sunday favorable, to the horror of
my mother, left off going to church in the morning because the cook was
then alone. After our early Sunday dinner, I used to go to my bed-room
nominally to lay down, but really to look through the key-hole at the
cook who on that day only, dressed and washed herself in the middle of
the day, her sister being downstairs. I got on but slowly; in two months
only having taken outside liberties; till meeting Susan coming away from
the privy one day, I saw her press her clothes against her belly to dry
her cunt, and she saw me. Whenever I met her afterwards I used to tuck
my frock-coat between my legs and smile at her. It was an old dodge.

I had then bought a _Fanny Hill_ which I kept in my bed-room locked up.
One morning I forgot to put it by, thought of it and rushed upstairs,
entered the room where the servants had been making the bed, and saw
Sarah intently looking at the book. I had feared that my mother had
entered my room, and seen the book. I stood for an instant motionless,
she turned round, gave a cry, dropped the book, and rushed out of the
room, her face like blood. I locked the book up feeling somewhat uneasy,
but afterwards joked her about it and the smutty pictures, and this took
effect.

There was a fair held not far from us at that time, the girls were to go
there each on separate evenings. Before Sarah went out, I went out, she
had agreed to meet me at the fair; it was dusk, she had a female friend
with her. We went into a dancing booth and had drink, then into the long
room of stalls in which was a dance mob, shouting, crying, pushing each
other, scratching backs, blowing trumpets, and speaking baudily to the
women. As it got later, the men used to feel outside the women's cunts,
and many a so-called modest girl felt a man's prick outside, and passing
in the mob without being found out. Many a grab have I had at my prick
which could only have been done by a woman, who looked quite demure
whilst she did it. I got excited, put Sarah in f