ss, or for other purposes, and if at home, would get into the lobby,
or near the staircase, to see their legs, as they went upstairs. I would
listen at their door, trying to hear them piss, and began for the first
time to peep through keyholes at them.

CHAPTER III.

A big servant.--Two sisters.--Armpits.--A quiet feel.--
Baudy reveries.--Felt by a woman.--Erections.--My prepuce.--
Seeing and feeling.--Aunt and cousin.--A servant's thighs.--
Not man enough.

A big servant, of whom I shall say much, had most of my attention;
she went to her room usually when my mother was taking a nap in the
afternoon; or when out with my sisters and brother. When I was ill in
bed, this big woman usually brought me beef-tea, I used to make her kiss
me, and felt so fond of her, would throw my arms around her, and hold
her to me, keeping my lips to hers, and saying how I should like to see
her breasts; to all which she replied in the softest voice, as if I were
a baby. I wonder now if my homage gave the big woman pleasure, or
my amatory pressures made her ever feel randy. She was engaged to be
married, but I only heard that at a later day, when my mother talked
about her; her sister was also with us, as already said.

The sister was handsome, according to my notions then (I now begin to
remember faces clearly); both had bright, clear complexions. I kissed
both, each used to say, "Don't tell my sister," and ask, "Have you
kissed my sister?" I was naturally cunning about women, and my mother
said, she must get rid of them.

The youngest was often dancing my little sister round in the room, then
swinging herself round, and making cheeses with her petticoats. As I got
better, I would lay on the rug with a pillow, and my back to the light
reading, and say it rested me better, to be on the floor, but in hope of
seeing her legs as she made cheeses. I often did, and have no doubt now
that she meant me to do so, for she would swing round, quite close to my
head, so that I could see to her knees, and make her petticoat's edge
as she squatted, just over my head, immediately snatching her petticoats
back and saying: "Oh! you'll see more than is good for you."

It used to excite me. One day as she did it, and squatted, I put out
my hand and pulled her clothes, she rolled on to her back, threw up
her legs quite high, and for a second I saw her thighs; she recovered
herself, laughing. "I saw your thighs," said I. "That you