Narrative and Miscellaneous PapersDe Quincey, Thomas
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Narrative and Miscellaneous Papers
De Quincey, Thomas
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that she should pass them undivided from me; and possibly, as was
afterwards alleged, when it became easy to allege any thing, some
relenting did take place in high quarters at this time; for upon some
medical reports made just now, a most seasonable indulgence was granted,
viz. that Hannah was permitted to attend her mistress constantly; and
it was also felt as a great alleviation of the horrors belonging to this
prison, that candles were now allowed throughout the nights. But I was
warned privately that these indulgences were with no consent from
the police minister; and that circumstances might soon withdraw the
momentary intercession by which we profited. With this knowledge, we
could not linger in our preparations; we had resolved upon accomplishing
an escape for Agnes, at whatever risk or price; the main difficulty was
her own extreme feebleness, which might forbid her to co-operate with us
in any degree at the critical moment; and the main danger was--delay. We
pushed forward, therefore, in our attempts with prodigious energy, and I
for my part with an energy like that of insanity.
* * * * *
The first attempt we made was upon the fidelity to his trust of the
chief jailer. He was a coarse, vulgar man, brutal in his manners, but
with vestiges of generosity in his character--though damaged a good deal
by his daily associates. Him we invited to a meeting at a tavern in
the neighborhood of the prison, disguising our names as too certain to
betray our objects, and baiting our invitation with some hints which
we had ascertained were likely to prove temptations under his immediate
circumstances. He had a graceless young son whom he was most anxious to
wean from his dissolute connections, and to steady, by placing him in
some office of no great responsibility. Upon this knowledge we framed
the terms of our invitation.
These proved to be effectual, as regarded our immediate object of
obtaining an interview of persuasion. The night was wet; and at seven
o'clock, the hour fixed for the interview, we were seated in readiness,
much perplexed to know whether he would take any notice of our
invitation. We had waited three quarters of an hour, when we heard a
heavy lumbering step ascending the stair. The door was thrown open
to its widest extent, and in the centre of the door-way stood a short
stout-built man, and the very broadest I ever beheld--staring at us with
bold inquiring eyes. His salutation was something to this effect.
'What the hell do you gay fellows want with me? What the blazes is this
humbugging letter about? My son, and be hanged! What do you know of my
son?'
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