CHAPTER VII.
Molly and Giles.—A country ale-house.—Pender's history.—
How her virginity was taken.—White-teeth's ailment.—Molly
in the loft.—Interrupted. Molly tailed.
I f****d Whiteteeth in the meadow one night again. We selected a field further off, which led to another bit of luck. She had left me, and I was stepping quietly, so that if met, no one might suppose we had been together; when I heard on the other side of a hedge, movements, and the voices of a male and female. They sat down within a few feet of where I was. I only heard imperfectly, and tell as well as I could gather what was said.
"I can't stay," said she, "mother will be after me,—she don't know I am out of the yard." A kiss,—many kisses,—a scuffle,—"be quiet,"—then all was a mumble. Then "I won't,—I won't,—never aga
