Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
'Nay, that will not do, either,' he replied, smiling, his hand still
upon the bag. 'For, first, the Captain of your ship must be paid
for his passage; next, you must not go among strangers (though your
own kith and kin) with no money at all in purse. Therefore, I will
set aside (by your good leave) fifty pounds for your private purse.
So: fifty pounds. A letter to my correspondent at Boston, which I
will write, will cause him to pay you this money on your landing.
This is a safer method than to carry the money in a bag or purse,
which may be stolen. But if the letter be lost, another can be
written. We merchants, indeed, commonly send three such letters of
advice in case of shipwreck and loss of the bags. This done, and the
expenses of the voyage provided, there remains a large sum, which,
judiciously spent, will, I think, insure for your friends from the
outset the treatment reserved for prisoners of distinction who can
afford to pay--namely, on their arrival they will be bought (as it
is termed) by worthy merchants, who (having been previously paid by
me) will suffer them to live where they please, without exacting of
them the least service or work. Their relatives at home will forward
them the means of subsistence, and so their exile will be softened
for them. If you consent thereto, Madam, I will engage that they
shall be so received, with the help of this money.'
If I consented, indeed! With what joy did I give my consent to such
laying out of my poor Barnaby's money! Everything now seemed turning
to the best, thanks to my new and benevolent friend.
At his desire, therefore, I wrote a letter to Barnaby recommending
him to trust himself, and to advise Robin and Humphrey to trust
themselves, entirely to the good offices of this excellent man. I
informed him that I was about to cross the seas to our cousins in
New England, in order to escape the clutches of the villain who had
betrayed me. And then I told him how his money had been bestowed,
and bade him seek me when he should be released from the Plantations
(wherever they might send him) at the town of Boston among his
cousins. The letter Mr. Penne faithfully promised to deliver. (Nota
bene--the letter was never given to Barnaby.)
At the same time he wrote a letter for me to give to his
correspondent at Boston, telling me that on reading that letter his
friend would instantly pay me the sum of fifty pounds.
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