Narrative and Miscellaneous PapersDe Quincey, Thomas
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Narrative and Miscellaneous Papers
De Quincey, Thomas
English essays; English fiction
Thus much then was clear--Agnes was under some accusation. This was
already worse than the worst I had anticipated. 'And then,' said I,
thinking aloud to Hannah, 'one of two things is apparent to me; either
the accusation is one of pure hellish malice, without a color of
probability or the shadow of a foundation, and that way, alas! I am
driven in my fears by that Hungarian woman's prophecy; or, which but for
my desponding heart I should be more inclined to think, the charge
has grown out of my poor wife's rustic ignorance as to the usages then
recently established by law with regard to the kind of money that could
be legally tendered. This, however, was a suggestion that did not tend
to alleviate my anxiety; and my nervousness had mounted to a painful,
almost to a disabling degree, by the time we reached the office. Already
on our road thither some parties had passed us who were conversing with
eagerness upon the case: so much we collected from the many and ardent
expressions about 'the lady's beauty,' though the rest of such words as
we could catch were ill calculated to relieve my suspense. This,
then, at least, was certain--that my poor timid Agnes had already been
exhibited before a tumultuous crowd; that her name and reputation had
gone forth as a subject of discussion for the public; and that the
domestic seclusion and privacy within which it was her matronly
privilege to move had already undergone a rude violation.
The office, and all the purlieus of the office, were occupied by a dense
crowd. That, perhaps, was always the case, more or less, at this time
of day; but at present the crowd was manifestly possessed by a more than
ordinary interest; and there was a unity in this possessing interest;
all were talking on the same subject, the case in which Agnes had so
recently appeared in some character or other; and by this time it became
but too certain in the character of an accused person. Pity was the
prevailing sentiment amongst the mob; but the opinions varied much as to
the probable criminality of the prisoner. I made my way into the office.
The presiding magistrates had all retired for the afternoon, and would
not reassemble until eight o'clock in the evening. Some clerks only
or officers of the court remained, who were too much harassed by
applications for various forms and papers connected with the routine of
public business, and by other official duties which required signatures
or attestations, to find much leisure for answering individual
questions. Some, however, listened with a marked air of attention to my
earnest request for the circumstantial details of the case, but finally
referred me to a vast folio volume, in which were entered all the
charges, of whatever nature, involving any serious tendency--in fact,
all that exceeded a misdemeanor--in the regular chronological succession
according to which they came before the magistrate. Here, in this vast
calendar of guilt and misery, amidst the _aliases_ or cant designations
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