The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel JackDefoe, Daniel
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The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel Jack
Defoe, Daniel
Adventure stories, English; England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Picaresque fiction
I was now at the height of my good fortune. Indeed I was in very good
circumstances, and being of a frugal temper from the beginning, I saved
things together as they came, and yet lived very well too. Particularly
I had the reputation of a very considerable merchant, and one that came
over vastly rich from Virginia; and as I frequently bought supplies for
my several families and plantations there as they wrote to me for them,
so I passed, I say, for a great merchant.
I lived single, indeed, and in lodgings, but I began to be very well
known, and though I had subscribed my name only “Jack” to my particular
correspondent, yet the French, among whom I lived near a year, as I
have said, not understanding what Jack meant, called me Monsieur
Jacques and Colonel Jacques, and so gradually Colonel Jacque. So I was
called in the certificate of exchanging me with the other prisoner, so
that I went so also into Flanders; upon which, and seeing my
certificate of exchange, as above, I was called Colonel Jacques in
England by my friend who I called correspondent. And thus I passed for
a foreigner and a Frenchman, and I was infinitely fond of having
everybody take me for a Frenchman; and as I spoke French very well,
having learned it by continuing so long among them, so I went
constantly to the French church in London, and spoke French upon all
occasions as much as I could; and, to complete the appearance of it, I
got me a French servant to do my business—I mean as to my merchandise,
which only consisted in receiving and disposing of tobacco, of which I
had about five hundred to six hundred hogsheads a year from my own
plantations, and in supplying my people with necessaries as they wanted
them.
In this private condition I continued about two years more, when the
devil, owing me a spleen ever since I refused being a thief, paid me
home, with my interest, by laying a snare in my way which had almost
ruined me.
There dwelt a lady in the house opposite to the house I lodged in, who
made an extraordinary figure indeed. She went very well dressed, and
was a most beautiful person. She was well-bred, sung admirably fine,
and sometimes I could hear her very distinctly, the houses being over
against one another, in a narrow court, not much unlike Three King
Court in Lombard Street.
This lady put herself so often in my way that I could not in good
manners forbear taking notice of her, and giving her the ceremony of my
hat when I saw her at her window, or at the door, or when I passed her
in the court; so that we became almost acquainted at a distance.
Sometimes she also visited at the house I lodged at, and it was
generally contrived that I should be introduced when she came, and thus
by degrees we became more intimately acquainted, and often conversed
together in the family, but always in public, at least for a great
while.
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