CHAPTER XVI.
Married, and miserable.—Virtuous intentions.—
Consequences.—Mary Davis.—A virtuous child.—Low class
fucksters.—A concupiscent landlady.—Reflexions on my
career.—On the sizes of pricks.—My misconception.
My life was now utterly changed; married. I was quite needy, with a yearly income (and that not my own) not more than I used to spend in a month, sometimes in a fortnight. Every shilling I had to look at, walked miles where I used to ride, and to save a six pence, amusements were beyond me, my food was the simplest, wine I scarcely tasted, all habits of luxury were gone, but worse than all I was utterly wretched. I tried to make the best of my life and could when by myself be cheerful, even in the recollection of the past fun; but there was that about me now which brought
