her side of a hedge, movements, and the
voices of a male and female. They sat down within a few feet of where I
was. I only heard imperfectly, and tell as well as I could gather what
was said.

"I can't stay," said she, "mother will be after me,--she don't know I am
out of the yard." A kiss,--many kisses,--a scuffle,--"be quiet,"--then
all was a mumble. Then "I won't,--I won't,--never again,--you shant."
"Hush!" said he, "suppose some one is near." "Do let's feel it,--let's
do it," said the male, "do it once, do it twice, it's all the same once
done." I kept as quiet as death.

"No" (here something I could not catch),--"no,--it warn't no pleasure to
me,--I've been crying ever since,--you won't marry me after all I dare
say, though I let you do it." "So help me God I will, I'll marry you."
He swore quite loudly. "Hish!" "Mother won't let us, she hates you." The
female whimpered, then was mumbling, kissing, soothing, quietness,
then all of a sudden, "Oh! you're hurting me with your fingers."
"Hish!--hish!--be quiet!" Then I could hear nothing;--then, "No, I'll
be getting in a mess like Bess." Said the man half angrily, "She were a
fool, she needn't a had a child; I knows a mother who can stop any gal
having a child." "Now don't,--oh! it hurts,--no,--oh!--hoe!" The voices
sank; kisses came a slight rustling, and all was quiet.

Then I heard broken words from both, but in a subdued voice "I'll never
let you no more," said the female, "you go that way." Kiss, kiss, and
the cut off, the female towards the gate I had entered the field by, he
across the fields. She piddled, and waited till he had gone. Dodging
her I moved after her, and saw her enter the farm-yard, but could not
identify her. It must be Molly I was sure, no other female at that time
was likely to enter there. Why Molly has been fucked!

Next day I asked nursemaid about Molly. "Oh! that's why you go to the
farm so often," said she laughing jealously. "She's a good girl, her
mother looks after her sharp."

I had most difficulty in getting Pender. She would not go into the privy
again. I fucked her once or so in the barn, but at railroad pace;
both anxious, the fuck barely worth having. "I'll go to mother's next
Sunday," said she. "If P go to the Red Lion on Saturday night, I'll be
outside in the lane." We met in the lane, but I could only get a
feel, and arrange about Sunday. "I'll go to mother's at ------" (the
market-town), "if the day be fine; P. won't co