CHAPTER XI.
Out shooting.—A female carter.—A feel in the train.—
Molly in London.—Giles in town.—Fred on the scene.—Molly
at the Hall.—Copulation in uniform.—A sham illness.—An
afternoon with Molly.—She turns harlot.—Gets clapped.—Her
baby.
I was in wonderful condition. Early to bed, out-of-door exercise, good plain living, everything to make me so. I felt as if I could f**k all day. If one day I had neither of the women, the next day my prick stood from morning till I got to sleep at night. When standing quietly in the woods waiting for the driving of the game, I used if alone to pull out my prick and look at it, and thinking of cunt forgot to fire at the rabbits. Once I recollect shooting at a rabbit with my prick out of my trowsers.
Among the laborers I had seen was a strapping w
