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I got off her, saw for an instant her legs wide open, cunt and thighs wet and bloody,
she crying, sobbing, rubbing her eyes. I was now in a complete funk, I had heard
field-women so light spoken of, that they were so accessible, that I expected only to
go up a road that had often been travelled. This resistance and crying upset me, the
more so when at length rising, she said, "I'll tell my sister, and go to the magistrate,
and tell how you have served me out."
I really had violated her, saw that it would bear that complexion before a magistrate,
so would not let her go, but retained her, coaxed, begged, and promised her money. I
would love her, longed for her again, would take her from the fields, and every other
sort of nonsense a man would utter under the circumstances. She ceased crying, and
stood in sullen mood as I held her, asking me to let her go. I took out my purse, and
offered her money which she would not take, but eyed wishfully as I kept chinking
the gold in my hand. What a temptation bright sovereigns must have been to a girl
who earned ninepence a day, and often was without work at all.
In an hour and a half I suppose, old Smith came back, he had really