The Captain of the Polestar, and Other TalesDoyle, Arthur Conan
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The Captain of the Polestar, and Other Tales
Doyle, Arthur Conan
Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories, English
until fate should restore either in this world or the next that which it
had so mysteriously deprived her of.
In the meantime neither the opinion held by the minority that John
Huxford was dead, nor that of the majority, which pronounced him to be
faithless, represented the true state of the case. Still alive, and of
stainless honour, he had yet been singled out by fortune as her victim
in one of those strange freaks which are of such rare occurrence, and so
beyond the general experience, that they might be put by as incredible,
had we not the most trustworthy evidence of their occasional
possibility.
Landing at Quebec, with his heart full of hope and courage, John
selected a dingy room in a back street, where the terms were less
exorbitant than elsewhere, and conveyed thither the two boxes which
contained his worldly goods. After taking up his quarters there he had
half a mind to change again, for the landlady and the fellow-lodgers
were by no means to his taste; but the Montreal coach started within a
day or two, and he consoled himself by the thought that the discomfort
would only last for that short time. Having written home to Mary to
announce his safe arrival, he employed himself in seeing as much of the
town as was possible, walking about all day, and only returning to his
room at night.
It happened, however, that the house on which the unfortunate youth had
pitched was one which was notorious for the character of its inmates.
He had been directed to it by a pimp, who found regular employment
in hanging about the docks and decoying new-comers to this den.
The fellow’s specious manner and proffered civility had led the
simple-hearted west-countryman into the toils, and though his instinct
told him that he was in unsafe company, he refrained, unfortunately,
from at once making his escape. He contented himself with staying out
all day, and associating as little as possible with the other inmates.
From the few words which he did let drop, however, the landlady gathered
that he was a stranger without a single friend in the country to inquire
after him should misfortune overtake him.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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