An Outcast; Or, Virtue and FaithAdams, F. Colburn (Francis Colburn)
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An Outcast; Or, Virtue and Faith
Adams, F. Colburn (Francis Colburn)
Conduct of life -- Fiction; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Vice -- Fiction
"Your trades never agree;" parenthesises Anna.
"Should yield the lance to you."
"Who better able to wield it in this chivalrous atmosphere? It only
pains my own feelings to confess myself an abandoned woman; but I have a
consolation in knowing how powerful an abandoned woman may be in
Charleston."
An admonition from the old Judge, and Mr. Snivel draws his chair to the
table, upon which he places his left elbow, rests his head on his hand.
"This fellow will get out; his mother--I have pledged my honor to keep
him fast locked up--will find it out, and there'll be a fuss among our
first families," he whispers. Anna pledges him her honor, a thing she
never betrays, that the secret of Tom's release shall be a matter of
strict confidence. And having shook hands over it, Mr. Snivel seizes the
pen and writes an order of release, commanding the jailer to set at
liberty one Tom Swiggs, committed as a vagrant upon a justice's warrant,
&c., &c., &c. "There," says Justice Snivel, "the thing is done--now for
a kiss;" and the fair girl permits him to kiss her brow. "Me too; the
bench and the bar!" rejoins the Judge, following the example of his
junior. And with an air of triumph the victorious girl bears away what
at this moment she values a prize.
CHAPTER XVI.
IN WHICH TOM SWIGGS GAINS HIS LIBERTY, AND WHAT BEFALLS HIM.
Anna gives George Mullholland the letter of release, and on the
succeeding morning he is seen entering at the iron gate of the wall that
encloses the old prison. "Bread! give me bread," greets his ear as soon
as he enters the sombre old pile. He walks through the debtors' floor,
startles as he hears the stifled cry for bread, and contemplates with
pained feelings the wasting forms and sickly faces that everywhere meet
his eye. The same piercing cry grates upon his senses as he sallies
along the damp, narrow aisle of the second floor, lined on both sides
with small, filthy cells, in which are incarcerated men whose crime is
that of having committed "assault and battery," and British seamen
innocent of all crime except that of having a colored skin. If anything
less than a gentleman commit assault and battery, we punish him with
imprisonment; we have no law to punish gentlemen who commit such
offences.
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