This finished our game for the night, and when my eyes opened in the morning she lay naked by my side, having thrown off her blood-stained chemise. She was awake. "Ah! Percy, my love, I thought you would never wake, but I did not like to touch you: see what a mess the bed is in—it was a real r**e—you would never have done it if I had been strong enough—But now, oh, how I love my boy!"
The sight that met my eyes did indeed give evidence of something awful—blood stains—patches of dried semen, discoloured by blood.
"My God, Mary, what will you do? We shall be found out."
"Kiss you for it, Percy. Don't be afraid, I will change the sheets and make it right," gluing her lips to mine, as if she would suck my breath away, whilst one of her hands found out my now standing champion ready for the
