Sir Jasper Carew: His Life and ExperienceLever, Charles
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Sir Jasper Carew: His Life and Experience
Lever, Charles
Fiction
At Havre, I discovered that the measures of the police were of the
very strictest kind, and that to obtain a permission to embark, it was
necessary to have a reference to some citizen of the town, who should
stand guarantee for your loyalty and integrity. Now, I had never been
there before; I knew none, not even by name; and what was I to do?
Great as my difficulty was, I did not suffer it to appear so to the
commissary, but calmly said that I 'd return to my hotel, and run my eye
over a list of the merchants for one to be my bail.
The packet was to sail that evening with the tide; and as the office of
the commissaire closed at four o'clock, there was little time to lose.
I wandered on “from street to street; I walked into cafés; I sat down in
the most public places, scanning with eagerness every face that
passed me, and straining my eyes to try and detect the features of
an acquaintance. The pursuit became at length a perfect farce, and I
hurried to and fro with a burning brain, and a restless impatience that
was almost maddening.
“Parbleu! this is the fourth time you've been in here to-day,” cried
a short, thickset man, past the prime of life, and who kept a sort of
slop-shop near the quay. “What do you want with me, my lad?”
I was turning to leave the spot without replying, when he closed the
half-door of his shop, and placed his back against it.
“Come, my friend, you shall certainly say what has brought you here, ere
you get away this time.”
“I am in search of some one,--I am looking for one of my acquaintances,”
said I, hurriedly.
“And expected to find him here?” added he, half sneeringly.
“Here--anywhere,” said I, recklessly.
“Just so; I thought as much. Well, my lad, you had better give a more
satisfactory account of yourself to the commissary. Come along with me
to the police.”
“With all my heart,” cried I.
“Who are you? Whence do you come?” asked he, with somewhat of kindliness
in his voice.
“These are questions you have no right to ask me, citizen,” replied I.
“Well, have I not a right to know why you have been four several times
in my shop this forenoon, and never bought nor asked for anything?”
“That you shall hear freely and frankly,” said I; “I have a passport
made out for England, whither I wish to go. The authorities require that
I should have some reference to a citizen of Havre before they allow me
to depart. I am a stranger here,--I know of no one, not even by name.
The whole of this morning I have spent hurrying hither and thither to
find out some one I have seen before, but in vain. All are strangers
to me; none know me. In my wanderings, it may be that I have chanced to
come here as often as you say,--perhaps I have done so in twenty places;
for my head is distracted, and I cannot collect my thoughts. There,
then, is the answer to your inquiry.”
“Have you a trade or a handicraft, lad?”
“Not either.”
“Nor any means of support?”
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