But I always was liberal, and gave her three or four shillings. Out of the aforesaid collection, presenting an amazing account which was first published in 1888, My Secret Life, by “Walter”, is the memoir of a gentleman. I wanted to poke Mrs. “I would not stand it,” said one. At length I insisted on going when I could see her. I began fumbling about, put my hand down feeling cautiously round the stem of my cock and my ballocks. Gay women of a poor class, were then of an evening about the darkest parts, or they used to walk where the roads were lighter. I had been brought up reliigously, and the idea of having a married woman seemed shocking. They both chuckled then. Smith was about, and saw her walking off with a group of sympathizers, who dropped off gradually, until she was left with one, with whom she went into a public-house.
