"Next day we went away for the day together. I may say she was _always_ ready and never satisfied. She was sensual rather than sentimental. She was ready to shower her favors anywhere and to anyone. My feelings toward her soon became affectionate and sentimental, and then passionate. I thought of nothing else all day long; wrote her long letters daily; simply lived to see her. "I found she was engaged to be married. Her _fiancé_, a schoolmaster, himself used to have intercourse with her, but he had taken a religious turn and thought it was wicked to do it until they married. I had intercourse with her on every possible occasion: in private rooms at hotels, in railway carriages, in a field, against a wall, and--when the holidays came--she stayed a night with me in London. She had apparently no fear of getting in the family way, and never used any precaution. Sensual as she was, she did not show her feelings by outward demonstration. "On one occasion she proposed _fellatio_. She said she had done it to her _fiancé_ and liked it. This is the only case I have known of a woman wishing to do it for the love of it. "The emotional tension on my nerves--the continual jealousy I was in, the knowledge that before long she would marry and we must part--eventually caused me to get ill. She never told me she loved me more than any other man; yet, owing to my importunity, she saw much more of me than anyone else. It came to the ears of her _fiancé_ that she was in my company a great deal; there was a meeting of the three of us--convened at his wish--at which she had formally, before him, to say 'good-bye' to me. Yet we still continued to meet and to have intercourse. "Then the date of her marriage drew near. She wrote me saying that she could not see me any more. I forced myself, however, on her, and our relations still continued. Her elder sister interviewed me and said she would inform the authorities unless I gave her up; a brother, too, came to see me and made a row. "I had what I seriously intended to be a last meeting with her. But after that she came up to London to see me, we went to a hotel together. We arranged to see one another again, but she did not write. I had now left the university. I heard she was married.