next
morning my ailment came back. My doctor said it served me right.

Shortly after "lodgings to let" was posted up in Camille's windows, on
calling, Madame Boileau came to the door. The two women had left,
the shop in Oxford street was shut up, and I never heard of the women
afterwards.

I am astonished now, that I was wheedled out of so much money for a
French virgin. How I could have done much that I did makes me now laugh,
I must have been very green, and Camille very cunning; but I was also
rich, and generous, which accounts for much. I see now how largely I was
humbugged, but cannot explain or reason about it. I am telling facts as
they occurred, as far as I recollect them, it is all I can do. Certainly
I had a splendid full-grown virgin for my money, the toughest virginity
I yet have taken, a regular cock-bender, and had an uninterrupted
honey-moon. Camille was a most superior harlot, genteel, clever, and
voluptuous, such as are not usually found; with her and her findings I
had a year's enjoyment, leaving me lav, blaze, and a half-cured clap.
What with women, horses, carriages, cards, dinners, and other items, I
was a few thousands poorer than at the beginning of my acquaintance with
Camille.

It's my fate to have sisters,--how curious I--and thrice to have had the
clap, and yet not three-and-twenty,--how hard!

I was very much used up, and needed rest for body and mind; never had
I been so much so before. Up to the time of getting my fortune want
of money curbed my lascivious tastes, and although I had servant after
servant in my mother's house, the difficulties of getting them, gave
me frequent rests, and prevented me generally from exhausting myself;
perhaps I got just enough fucking to keep me in health. The year's
rioting with Camille and her troupe, would have tried a strong man;
I never counted them, but think, that in that year I must have poked
something like sixty, or seventy different women, I poked everyone of
Ca-mille's acquaintances, I am sure,--so it was time I had a rest.

CHAPTER IV.

Enforced chastity.--A stricture.--Health restored.--Mrs.
Pender.--A peep from a hay-stack.--In a cow-house.--Stable
and barn.--Mother's satisfaction.

My clap brought on a stricture, obliging me to have a bougie passed
every other day to stretch the pipe often, and causing me to piss clots
of gruelly blood, about an hour afterwards. I dared not fuck, but once
frigged, and it brought o