"But think of the brutal inhumanity of these cowardly ruffians," he
added, speaking of the guards; "they will not allow me to approach her!
I had planned an open attack upon them some leagues from Paris; having
secured, as I thought, the aid of four men, who for a considerable sum
hired me their services. The traitors, however, left me to execute my
scheme single-handed, and decamped with my money. The impossibility of
success made me of course abandon the attempt, I then implored of the
guards permission to follow in their train, promising them a
recompense. The love of money procured their consent; but as they
required payment every time I was allowed to speak to her, my purse was
speedily emptied; and now that I am utterly penniless, they are
barbarous enough to repulse me brutally, whenever I make the slightest
attempt to approach her. It is but a moment since, that venturing to
do so, in spite of their threats, one of the fellows raised the
butt-end of his musket. I am now driven by their exactions to dispose
of the miserable horse that has brought me hither, and am preparing to
continue the journey on foot."
Although he seemed to recite this story tranquilly enough, I observed
the tears start to his eyes as he concluded. This adventure struck me
as being not less singular than it was affecting. "I do not press
you," said I to him, "to make me the confidant of your secrets; but if
I can be of use to you in any way, I gladly tender you my services."
"Alas!" replied he, "I see not the slightest ray of hope. I must
reconcile myself to my destiny in all its rigour. I shall go to
America: there, at least, I may be free to live with her I love. I
have written to a friend, who will send me money to Havre-de-Grace. My
only difficulty is to get so far, and to supply that poor creature,"
added he, as he cast a look of sorrow at his mistress, "with some few
comforts upon the way." "Well!" said I to him, "I shall relieve you
from that difficulty. Here is some money, of which I entreat your
acceptance: I am only sorry that I can be of no greater service to you."
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