The judge did not give ear to all that was said; but asked the
cavalier if he suspected any body else beside me? The cavalier told
him he did not, and gave his reasons why he believed his suspicions
not to be groundless. Upon this, the judge ordered his followers to
seize me, and search me, which they presently did; and finding the
purse upon me, exposed it to the view of all the people. The
disgrace was so great, I could not bear it, but swooned away. In the
mean time the judge called for the purse.
When he had got it in his hand, he asked the horseman if it was his,
and how much money was in it. The cavalier knew it to be his own,
and assured the judge he had put twenty sequins into it. Upon which,
the judge called me before him: Come, young man, said he, confess
the truth; was it you that took the gentleman’s purse from him? Do
not wait for the torture to extort confession. Then, with downcast
eyes, thinking within myself, that if I denied the fact, they
finding the purse about me, would convict me of a lie; to avoid a
double punishment, I looked up and confessed it was I. I had no
sooner made the confession than the judge called people to witness
it, and ordered my hand to be cut off. This sentence was put in
execution immediately upon the spot, to the great regret of all the
spectators; nay, I observed by the cavalier’s countenance, that he
was moved with pity as much as the rest. The judge would likewise
have ordered my foot to be cut off, but I begged the cavalier to
intercede for my pardon, which he did, and obtained it.
When the judge was gone, the cavalier came up to me, and holding out
the purse, I see plainly, said he, that necessity put you upon an
action so disgraceful and unworthy of such a handsome young man as
you are. Here, take that fatal purse; I freely give it you, and am
heartily sorry for the misfortune you have undergone. This said, he
went away; and I being very weak by loss of blood, some of the good
people of the neighbourhood had the charity to carry me into a
house, and gave me a glass of wine; they likewise dressed my arm,
and wrapped up the dismembered hand in a cloth, which I carried away
with me fastened to my girdle.
If I had returned to the khan of Mesrour in this melancholy
condition, I should not have found there such relief as I wanted;
and to offer to go to the young lady was running a great hazard, it
being likely she would not look upon me after she heard of my
disgrace. I resolved, however, to put it to the trial; and to tire
out the crowd that followed me, I turned down several by-streets,
and at last, arrived at the lady’s house very weak, and so much
fatigued, that I presently threw myself down upon a sofa, keeping my
right arm under my garment, for I took great care to conceal my
misfortune.
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