Charles Peace, or The Adventures of a Notorious BurglarAnonymous
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Charles Peace, or The Adventures of a Notorious Burglar
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Burglars -- England -- London -- Biography; Murderers -- England -- London -- Biography; Peace, Charles Frederick, 1832-1879
“Left it? Lord, love ye, long――long ago! Haven’t had any regular
employment for ever so long. They gave me the sack soon after you left
Bradford. I get a job when I can, and that’s not very often. I’m on
the tramp now to see and find something to do, and haven’t a blessed
mag about me.”
“All this is very sad. And your wife?”
“My wife? She took her hook without giving me an hour’s warning.”
“Where is she?”
“Umph! I should like to know, but I never shall now, I suppose. Oh,
she’s turned me up. You see, we had a bit of a quarrel, and――――”
“You were always having quarrels when I knew you, but whose fault was
it――not hers?”
“That’s true enough――it was mine. Well, I bear her no ill will. I hope
she’s happier now. But look here, Charlie, we had some words. I’m
sorry for what I said. You don’t bear malice, I suppose――there’s my
hand.”
“Let bygoes be bygones,” said Peace. “You’ve been your own enemy more
than anyone else’s. I’m sorry to see you so down, but――――”
“I know what you are going to say――it is my own fault. Well, if it is
I am the sufferer; but, I say, do you happen to have a trifle you can
spare an old chum? Something to help me on my road. I hope to get a
job at Saltwich, and if I do I will return you what you may be able to
lend――upon my soul I will, and no gammon.”
“I am a struggling man myself, but still I’ll do something――here’s ten
shillings. When you have the means to pay it me back do so.”
“You’re a right down good fellow, Charlie,” exclaimed Bristow, in
evident delight, “and I am sorry I said what I did, but you know well
enough that I didn’t mean it.”
“That will do――enough upon that head. Pull yourself together, and keep
away from that cursed drink; it is that alone which has made you the
wreck you are.”
“Ah, I am a wreck――you are right enough! I am a wreck, that is true
enough. I’m not the Jack Bristow you knew some three or four years
ago.”
“And what about Bessie?” said Peace. “What of her? She left her old
quarters about――――”
“About the same time as the missus. Ah, they both took their hook at
the same time. I don’t think the old woman would have had the heart to
go by herself. I’ll never be brought to believe that. She wouldn’t ha’
gone had it not a’ been for Bessie.”
“And have you no idea where they went?”
“Said they were going abroad, that’s all I know. Gone to America,
Australia, or some such place. But, lord, I’ve given over thinking
about ’em. What’s the use?”
“I don’t know that it is of much use, but I cannot understand the
reason for so sudden a flight.”
“Oh, there’s good reason for the matter of that, leastways as far as
my old woman is concerned. I don’t believe she ever cared a great deal
about me, and that’s the honest truth. Well, latterly you see, she got
fairly sick of me.”
“You have nobody but yourself to blame for that.”
“So you always told me. Well, one thing is quite clear, I can’t afford
to keep a wife now――can’t keep myself.”
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