{"id":1317,"date":"2022-08-18T17:19:35","date_gmt":"2022-08-18T17:19:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1317"},"modified":"2022-09-08T18:55:06","modified_gmt":"2022-09-08T18:55:06","slug":"volume-two-chapter-seventeen","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1317","title":{"rendered":"Volume Two Chapter Seventeen"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1317\" class=\"elementor elementor-1317\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-section-wrap\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-59faac6 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"59faac6\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-b502094\" data-id=\"b502094\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-07eb1f5 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"07eb1f5\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"html.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/album\/70nAZOHrvzVNH20UGXyNgN\" width=\"300\" height=\"380\" frameborder=\"0\" allowtransparency=\"true\" allow=\"encrypted-media\"><\/iframe>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-18b493e\" data-id=\"18b493e\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-9a37160 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"9a37160\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"html.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/album\/35UtdxbKiUYcCP3XIQFaVl\" width=\"300\" height=\"380\" frameborder=\"0\" allowtransparency=\"true\" allow=\"encrypted-media\"><\/iframe>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-2459092 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"2459092\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-f9a9848\" data-id=\"f9a9848\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-1b96ef8 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"1b96ef8\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div id=\"primary\" class=\"content-area primary\"><main id=\"main\" class=\"site-main\"><article id=\"post-2681\" class=\"post-2681 page type-page status-publish ast-article-single\"><div class=\"entry-content clear\"><div class=\"elementor elementor-2681\" data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"2681\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\"><div class=\"elementor-section-wrap\"><section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-aaf24cf elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"aaf24cf\" data-element_type=\"section\"><div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\"><div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-c5c6634\" data-id=\"c5c6634\" data-element_type=\"column\"><div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\"><div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-bcd6a58 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"bcd6a58\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\"><div class=\"elementor-widget-container\"><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 389\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p>VOLUME 2 CHAPTER 17<\/p><p><i>Irish Kate.-Drink, heat, fleas, and French letters. \u2022 The bricklayer afterwards. \u2022 I give luck. The lost breast-pin. \u2022 The cholera\u2019s victim.<\/i><\/p><p>One hot night in summer I slouched along one of the streets, and stopped in front of a woman who stood lolling against the door-post. I recollect her and my first sensations perfectly well, her white face, and dark hair hanging behind her in a net, her low dress, low in front, \u2014 showing a luscious neck and bust as white as her face. Her dress was of a very light colour, so her neck and face must have been white indeed to look so white by contrast. The street-door was close to a street-lamp, which shed a strong light on her face as it was turned upwards, and with her hand and arms folded behind her she lolled, her back against the door-post. She was a full-sized woman, but young, and exactly what pleased me then; black and white, young and full of flesh. I stopped, and gazed at her. She fixed her eyes vacantly on me, but neither moved nor spoke to me.<\/p><p>There were gay women standing at doors not far off, common men also at some stood smoking. They understood the habits of the neighbourhood, and never took any notice when a strange man and woman talked together at a door. I did not like to speak to a woman if others, or men were near, and would at times walk about till the coast was clearer. But this girl struck me with strong lust suddenly. \u201cI\u2019ll give you a shilling to feel\u201d, said I. No answer, but she kept staring at me. \u201cHalf-a crown then\u201d, thinking my offer too small, and stepping inside the passage to get out of sight. \u201cCome in\u201d, I said. She made no reply, never took her back quite from the wall; but turning herself round, continued looking at me, her head slightly moving about as if she did not understand.<\/p><p>Staggered at this behaviour I was coming out again to leave, but her lovely look fixed me. \u201cI\u2019ll give you five shillings\u201d, said I, \u201cto have you.\u201d \u201cHave me\u201d, said she, \u201chave me what?\u201d Her voice was thick and broken. She turned into the passage. \u201cWill you let me have you?\u201d \u201cCome and fuck\u201d, said the husky, thick voice. She passed me, stepped heavily into\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">the room, staggered to the bed, and then I saw she was drunk. I had not noticed it before, being absorbed in her fleshy beauty, and the desire to see her cunt, and all of her, and join my body to hers.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 390\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p>There was a single candle in the room, fluttering, and needing snuffing, but no snuffers. I snuffed it with my fingers. The room was in disorder, the pot full, water in the basin, the bed unmade, the whole place the picture of disorderly, drunken, harlotry. A night-gown was lying on the floor, clean linen on a little table. It looked so miserable, that I thought I would go away at once, so took out five shillings, and laid it down. \u201cThere is the money\u201d, I said, \u201cI shan\u2019t stop.\u201d \u201cCome and fuck\u201d, said she in reply, rolling on to the bed, and pulling up her clothes. She had but a gown on, nothing else. Thighs and legs as white and fat as her neck came into sight, and a thicket of hair at the bottom of her belly as dark as the hair on her head. The sight altered my intention, I walked to the bed, and placed my hand on her cunt. \u201cFuck me\u201d, she blurted out in her drunken voice again. I felt wild with voluptuous delight, as my eyes gloated on the big breasts and thighs to where her garters and stockings hid the flesh from view. All was dazzling white except a nearly crispy-haired cunt in the middle of it. The contrast was exquisite, was absolutely dazzling.<\/p><p>A strange train of ideas (how oddly they spring up at such times ( came into my head. \u201cYou\u2019ve just had a man\u201d, I said, \u201cyour cunt\u2019s wet, \u2014 you\u2019ve just been fucked.\u201d \u201cHe ain\u2019t fucked me for three days,-we have been a drinking gin, we have, \u2014 he paid, he hain\u2019t fucked me, \u2014 you fuck me\u201d, said she making a grab at my prick which was buttoned up yet,-\u201cfuck me,-you shall fuck me.\u201d All this was said in a hoarse, drunken, incoherent manner, but the \u201cfuck me\u201d with a sudden violent energy, as if she suddenly felt a stinging desire to have her cunt stretched. \u201cFuck, \u2014 I\u2019m bloody randy, -where\u2019s your prick?\u201d<\/p><p>I took the light, pulled open her thighs, almost put the candle in her cunt. She let me do just as I liked repeating, \u201cFuck me.\u201d She was beautiful, her white firm flesh, her big round thighs, the lovely globes of her arse would have excited the dead. \u201cPull off your gown.\u201d \u201cI shant.\u201d \u201cYou shall.\u201d I helped her up into a sitting posture, and pulled it off in an instant. Then she fell back naked, showing peeps of black-haired arm- pits. The next instant I was up her, and injected her. How beautiful she\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">seemed as I moved my prick up and down in that cunt, spite of the drunken manner, and the miserable surroundings.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 391\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p>A most violent letch for her took hold of me. The women in the streets I have described had fine women among them, but for the most part they were plain in face, indifferent in form somewhere, and hideously coarse in manner; but the beauty of this woman was so great, I forgot all her coarseness. When I came to myself after my pleasures, she was fast asleep. She had perhaps spent, that and the liquor called gin over- powered her, and she forgot her business. Then the biting of fleas worried me for half-an-hour, I spent my time in hunting for them, and scratching myself, snuffing with my fingers the only tallow candle, and now and then holding it over her to look at her beautiful face, naked body, and unwashed cunt. The heat was intolerable. To be cool I gradually took off all clothing but my shirt, at last took off that, and then sat at the edge of the bed naked. I pulled open her legs, each lay just as I placed them, wide apart. I held the candle between her thighs, and opened her cunt-lips. Masses of thick sperm lay over her cunt, and hid the entrance of the prick-hole. I played with it as my baudy fancy dictated, frigged her, dipping my finger in the spunk below, and then rubbing it on to her clitoris till it was dry, twisted down her cunt-hair till it was wetter, and played every trick which a lascivious fancy dictated. Gradually I stiffened under this exciting amusement, and throwing my naked body on to hers, fucked her again. God only knows if she knew I was fucking her, or not,-I don\u2019t. She awakened after I had spent, turned on her side, and when I tried to get her on her back again, she swore.<\/p><p>Whether the slight dozing had relieved her brain, or whether the fumes of the liquor had evaporated, I don\u2019t know, but she soon became more conscious, and though stupid, yet more awake. Her voice had still the thick utterance, her answers still those of a person only partially understanding what was said to her. I expect I had excited her passions by my fingers, and not by what I said, for after awaking she again blurted out, \u201cFuck me, \u2014 I want a fuck.\u201d A grab at my prick showed that she knew where to find the means of giving herself pleasure, and I gave it her. Then I dozed.<\/p><p>Knocks at the door aroused me, and a shrill voice cried out, \u201cKate, Kate.\u201d I listened, \u201cAre you alone?\u201d said the voice. I shook Kate, and awakened\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">her a little. \u201cSome one is knocking at your door\u201d, said I. \u201cOh! damn,- arseholes\u201d, said she turning on her side, and dozing again.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 392\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p>\u201cKate, \u2014 knock, knock, \u2014 Kate, are you alone? \u2014 I\u2019m going to bolt the door, \u2014 they are all in\u201d, said the voice.<\/p><p>Kate made no reply, I was dressing, so opened the door. \u201cI\u2019m here, and am going directly.\u201d \u201cIs she drunk?\u201d said the woman. \u201cI think she is.\u201d \u201cDo you know her?\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cWell I will leave the door open.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m going,- wait.\u201d There lay Kate dozing. When dressed I said, \u201cI have left five shillings on the table.\u201d \u201cAwake her\u201d, said the woman (for I heard and saw it was one). \u201cYou had better.\u201d \u201cKate, Kate\u201d, sung out the woman. I shook Kate, who turned, opened her eyes, and said, \u201cOh ! damn, \u2014 don\u2019t.\u201d \u201cCome in\u201d, said I to the woman. She did, and shook Kate. \u201cOh ! arse- holes. \u201cShe\u2019s been lushing for three days\u201d, said the woman. \u201cMind there are five shillings\u201d, said I, and disgusted I left, resolving never to go near the drunken beast again.<\/p><p>But the woman had made a great impression on me. I was always, even quite early in life, taken with a crummy woman, quite as much as with a pretty face; and although so low a woman, I longed for her again, and before many days sought her. It was on a blazing hot afternoon of a summer\u2019s day, the sun shone brightly on the front of the houses on one side of the street, the other was in shade. A street with perhaps a dozen carts and wheel-barrows through it in a day, where children played in the roadway, and women sat on the footways. I went along slouching on the shady side, slowly looking, and not quite recollecting the number of the house, and saw Kate sitting on a chair on the footway by her door.<\/p><p>She looked up vacantly as I got close to the house, with that look which a low-class woman has who thinks the man above her, and not likely to take her. \u201cCome in\u201d, I said turning into the open door, and she followed me, bringing her chair. \u201cI\u2019ll give you five shillings\u201d, said I. \u201cAll right.\u201d \u201cTake off your dress.\u201d \u201cAll right, but give me the five shillings first.\u201d I gave it her. She began undressing, her gown off left but her chemise. \u201cYou don\u2019t want my chemise off ?\u201d \u201cNo,-lay at the side of the bed.\u201d She laid herself down, threw up her chemise, and the loveliest pair of thighs, belly, and cunt that ever man saw were disclosed. To look, to open its lips, and thrust my prick up her were the work of a minute. I roared as I touched her. I am told by women that at that time of my life, when\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">thoroughly randy and I saw the cunt I liked that I gave a low roar as I closed on it with my pego. Kate told me that I did so this time, when my prick first neared her thighs. I did not then talk when in a woman\u2019s em- braces; but fucked in silence. I pulled out my prick, \u201cLay still,-keep your thighs open, \u2014 let\u2019s see your cunt\u201d, said I trying to keep her in her position. \u201cOh! arseholes\u201d, said she closing her thighs, and getting up, and looking at me.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 393\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p>\u201cDid you get your five shillings the other night?\u201d said I, \u201cyou were drunk.\u201d \u201cLor! are you the gent?\u201d said she breaking out in a laugh, \u201cI didn\u2019t know you, \u2014now I see you are She him, \u2014 yes I was lushy, \u2014 so you\u2019ve come agin. \u2014 Lor !\u201d and she laughed. \u201cHow of-ten did you fuck me?\u201d I told her. \u201cSit down, and talk\u201d, said she, and we both sat down on her little cane-bottomed chairs.<\/p><p>\u201cSo you fucked me four or five times, \u2014 I don\u2019t know if I spent or not, damned if I do, \u2014 think of your lying there, and being bitten by the fleas, \u2014 the room was washed out yesterday, there ain\u2019t no fleas now. So you pulled me about, \u2014 what a beast, rubbing your spunk about on my cunt. \u2014 but Lor! a cunt\u2019s the proper place for it.\u201d After a few minutes similar conversation she suddenly said, \u201cLet\u2019s fuck agin.\u201d \u201cWell let\u2019s strip,\u201d Off went her chemise without reply. Gloating over her I stripped naked, and was soon on her, and up her. She had not washed. She enjoyed it. How we hugged each other\u2019s nakedness! The first words she uttered afterwards were, \u201cYou are a bloody fine fucker, \u2014 where did you learn to fuck so well?\u201d giving me a vigorous kiss, and squeezing her cunt up to me as she said it.<\/p><p>I washed, and wanting soap (she had none), she went to the door, and called out for some. The woman brought it. Then there was no towel, and again standing naked at the half-opened door, she called out to the landlady to lend her one \u201cI shan\u2019t\u201d, said a voice, \u201cyou have now got two of mine.\u201d \u201cOh ! arseholes\u201d, bawled out Kate slamming the door, \u201cthe bugger won\u2019t let me have one, \u2014 here dry your prick with my chemise, it\u2019s quite clean.\u201d<\/p><p>Kate stood naked looking at me as I rubbed myself dry with her chemise, bending slightly forward, holding her fingers under her cunt. \u201cWhat a lot you\u2019ve spent\u201d, said she putting down the basin with my water in it, and beginning to wash. \u201cThat\u2019s not clean\u201d, I re-marked. \u201cOh ! it\u2019s all the same\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">spunk\u201d, she replied, and afterwards, \u201cYou may look at my cunt if you like\u201d, and she threw herself on the side of the bed, thighs wide open. She was faultless. I pulled a chair to the side of the bed, and contemplated her cunt at my leisure. The dirty white blind down in the window only just mellowed the light, it was as light as day, I could have hunted crabs, had there been any in her motte-thatch.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 394\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p>She asked me to give her gin. Some was sent for, then we sat drinking, she taking it neat, I mixed with water. \u201cLet\u2019s fuck\u201d, said she again, and we fucked. More gin, more fucking, she was quicker to want fucking than I was. It was getting dusk, then she said, \u201cYou\u2019re going, ain\u2019t you? I want to make a few shillings to-night, \u2014 my rent\u2019s due to-morrow.\u201d I gave her another five shillings, made her piss in the basin, and we fucked again. I was fucked out, and at last she spent twice to my once, our bodies were sticking together with sweat as we fucked. Then for a few minutes we went to sleep. \u201cYou are a gent\u201d, said she, \u201cI likes you,-I hopes you\u2019ll come agin, and see me, \u2014 I likes a real gent.\u201d<\/p><p>As I went out I saw a man standing on the other side of the road looking like a bricklayer. Turning back after I had gone a hundred feet or so, I saw him cross the road, and go into the house. I went back, the street- door was as it always was, open. Stepping inside I heard a male voice through Kate\u2019s door, a woman came out from the back. \u201cWho do you want?\u201d said she. \u201cKate.\u201d \u201cOh! she has got a friend with her,-shall I knock?\u201d \u201cNo\u201d, I replied, and went my way. I didn\u2019t like the idea of her having a working-man after me, or before me. I was not then a philosopher, \u201cBut what does it matter?\u201d said I, \u201ca man\u2019s a man.\u201d<\/p><p>I saw Kate next day, and told her she had had a man after me. \u201cYes directly,-a chap I knows had been awaitin an hour, and he come in in a hurry. \u2018I\u2019m done\u2019, says I, but he would,-he\u2019s a rough un, and he\u2019d fucked me before you was at the end of the street.\u201d \u201cWhy you had not washed your cunt.\u201d \u201cNo\u201d, she laughed, \u201cthe bugger went right into your spendings, \u2014he never knowed, and I had a good un of a cove after him,- you brought me luck. I\u2019ve got two new chemises, and four towels, \u2014 let\u2019s fuck,-let\u2019s fuck\u201d, said she laying hold of me, and unbuttoning my trousers. My balls hung over her bum in no time.<\/p><p>I visited her at intervals for about a year. She had the whitest flesh I ever saw, and was very beautiful in face; the hair grew exceedingly low on her\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">forehead, yet it did not disfigure her, from her neck to her calves her form was perfectly voluptuous, but she had big feet, and her hands were large. I could not bear to see her feet in great boots, and when looking at her lovely form used to keep my eyes from them. Her cunt was perfectly beautiful and small; black, white, and carmine were never more exquisitely blended. She was revoltingly coarse in her talk, and even when sober her voice was rough. That I did not like, but her language disgusted me. To anything she did not like she said \u201carseholes\u201d, said it more frequently than any other word until I stopped her. \u201cGive me some gin\u201d, she would say. \u201cNo you have had enough.\u201d \u201cOh ! arseholes.\u201d Every body also was a bloody bugger, or a bloody shit. She was lewd on me for a time, and made me fuck her more than I wanted, but as I checked her foul language she became indifferent to me. \u201cOh ! I\u2019m obliged to hold my tongue I suppose\u201d, then she would sulk, and then, \u201cWell let\u2019s have another fuck\u201d, and all would be right till I stopped her foul tongue again.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 395\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p>Half her time she was drunk. I would go there, not see her at the door, then call out to the woman, \u201cIs Kate in?\u201d \u201cYes she\u2019s drunk, I ain\u2019t seen her since the morning.\u201d Sometimes her door was locked, nothing then roused her, and away I went. At other times she was in the bed, or on it, and all but insensible. Several times I lucked her, put five shillings in her pocket, and left without her knowing I had had her until after-wards.<\/p><p>I had now fits of timidity, and used French letters at times, even when she was quite sure she was all right. One day when she was very drunk, I had her with a letter on, and as my cock dwindled out I eased the letter off it, and with my finger pushed it well up her cunt, and went away without paying her. I should like to have known what she thought when she found the French letter up her. I never alluded to it, and she never did. Why I behaved so I don\u2019t know, it is a wonder to myself. That night I had entered her room, and left unobserved by any one.<\/p><p>When she was a little drunk only, she got spoony, and I could not get away from her, she would lay hold of my prick, and keep to it. \u201cI can\u2019t do it again Kate.\u201d \u201cGet on me, and I\u2019ll make you\u201d; and she usually did. Then as liquor overtook her she ceased to wash her cunt after fucking, would turn on her side, and go to sleep. I left her often snoring with her cunt full, the money on the table.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 396\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p>It always was a wonder that she kept such a beautiful skin and look, but she did; and always was cool, fresh, and healthy-looking, even if she had been drunk for twenty-four hours previously. Her breath and body were as sweet as milk, yet she never had a bath as far as I know, but performed all her ablutions in a little basin, throwing the water into the street when she had done with it. I have seen her wash from head to foot that way in a quart of water, and a wet rag, and when done she looked like ivory.<\/p><p>She was called Irish Kate, why? \u2014 I never knew, nor did she. She was not Irish.<\/p><p>I had words with her one day, having lost a diamond pin. She had been pulling me about that night, but the same night I had been into a house with two women, and had felt their quims. I offered more than the value of the pin, but never got it back. After that I did not go near her again for a long time, but at length so longed for her that I did. She cried with joy, and kept me fucking till my back was well nigh broken.<\/p><p>Then I was for some time out of England. On my return, burning with desire, I went one night to her house. She had died of cholera, which was then raging.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/section><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/article><\/main><\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>VOLUME 2 CHAPTER 17 Irish Kate.-Drink, heat, fleas, and French letters. \u2022 The bricklayer afterwards. \u2022 I give luck. The lost breast-pin. \u2022 The cholera\u2019s victim. One hot night in summer I slouched along one of the streets, and stopped in front of a woman who stood lolling against the door-post. 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