Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
'Surely,' he replied, 'some of them come home laden with gold. Some,
possessed of places both of honour and of profit, who return to
visit their friends, and then go back to the new country. It is a
very Eldorado, or land of gold, to those who are willing to work;
and for those who have money and choose to buy exemption from work,
it is only an agreeable residence in cheerful society for a certain
term of years. Have you, by chance, Madam, any friends who can
influence Mr. Jerome Nipho?'
'No, Sir, I have none.'
'Then will I myself communicate with that gentleman. Understand,
Madam, that I shall have to pay him so much a head for every
prisoner; that I shall be engaged to place every man on board ship;
that the prisoners will then be taken across the seas and again
sold. But in the case of those who have money, a ransom can be
procured, by means of which they will not have to work.'
So far he had spoken in the belief that I was at Taunton on my
brother's business, or that of my friends. I told him, therefore,
that certain events had occurred which would prevent me from
seeing the prisoners at Exeter. And because I could not forbear
from weeping while I spoke, he very earnestly begged me to inform
him fully in every particular as to my history, adding that his
benevolence was not confined to the unhappy case of prisoners, but
that it was ready to be extended in any other direction that happy
chance might offer.
Therefore, being, as you have seen, so friendless and so ignorant,
and so fearful of falling into my husband's hands, and at the same
time so grateful to this good man for his kindly offers (indeed,
I took him for an instrument provided by Heaven for the safety
promised in my vision of the night), that I told him everything
exactly, concealing nothing. Nay, I even told him of the bag of
gold which I had tied round my waist--a thing which I had hitherto
concealed, because the money was not mine, but Barnaby's. But I told
it to Mr. Penne.
While I related my history he interrupted me by frequent
ejaculations, showing his abhorrence of the wickedness with which
Benjamin compassed his design, and when I finished, he held up his
hands in amazement.
'Good God!' he cried; 'that such a wretch should live! That he
should be allowed still to cumber the earth! What punishment were
fitting for this devil in the shape of a man? Madam, your case is,
indeed, one that would move the heart of Nero himself. What is to be
done?'
'Nay, that I know not. For if I go back to our village he will find
me there; and if I find out some hiding-place he will seek me out
and find me; I shall never know rest or peace again. For of one
thing am I resolved--I will die--yea, I will indeed die--before I
will become his wife more than I am at present.'
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