“It is my belief that I can never pay the fines,” replied Le Brocq: “and if they throw me into jail, I shall find some means of telling the king that they give him bad advice who encourage him to use such means as his of getting his taxes. I would willingly have paid him three times as much as he has yet got from me for leave to follow my business in peace. There is that fellow Durell skulking about before the window now!—to see how we take our troubles, I suppose.—Anna, come back! I won’t have you speak to him. I forbid everybody belonging to me to speak to him.” “Your own countryman, father!” “What does it matter to me whether he was born in Jersey, or any where else? He is an exciseman, and that is enough. How in the world to tell your mother of all this!” “Perhaps we shall not be hardly used, when they find that we are strangers, coming from a place where nothing is known of the excise,” said Anna, trying to command her voice. “Perhaps the king will be merciful when he hears all we have to say; and I still think Mr. Durell is our friend. Perhaps we may not all have to go to prison together; and, at any rate, I suppose we shall soon know the worst.” END OF THE FIRST PART. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ILLUSTRATIONS OF _TAXATION._ --------------------- No. IV. THE JERSEYMEN PARTING. =A Tale.= BY HARRIET MARTINEAU. --------------------- LONDON: CHARLES FOX, 67, PATERNOSTER-ROW. --- 834. LONDON: PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES, Duke-street, Lambeth. THE JERSEYMEN PARTING. =A Tale.= BY HARRIET MARTINEAU. --------------------- LONDON: CHARLES FOX, 67, PATERNOSTER-ROW. --- 834. CONTENTS.