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
_N.B_.—This, it seems, a maid pulled out of her pocket, to pay at her
going into the booth to see a show, and the little rogue got his hand
in and fetched it off, just as she put it up again.
6. Another silk handkerchief, out of a gentleman’s pocket.
7. Another.
8. A jointed baby and a little looking-glass, stolen off a toy-seller’s
stall in the fair.
All this cargo to be brought home clear in one afternoon, or evening
rather, and by only two little rogues so young, was, it must be
confessed, extraordinary; and the major was elevated the next day to a
strange degree.
He came very early to me, who lay not far from him, and said to me,
“Colonel Jacque, I want to speak with you.” “Well,” said I, “what do
you say?” “Nay,” said he, “it is business of consequence; I cannot talk
here;” so we walked out. As soon as we were come out into a narrow lane
by the glass-house, “Look here,” says he, and pulls out his little hand
almost full of money.
I was surprised at the sight, when he puts it up again, and, bringing
his hand out, “Here,” says he, “you shall have some of it;” and gives
me a sixpence and a shilling’s worth of the small silver pieces. This
was very welcome to me, who, as much as I was of a gentleman, and as
much as I thought of myself upon that account, never had a shilling of
money together before in all my life, not that I could call my own.
I was very earnest then to know how he came by this wealth, for he had
for his share 7s. 6d. in money, the silver thimble, and a silk
handkerchief, which was, in short, an estate to him, that never had, as
I said of myself, a shilling together in his life.
“And what will you do with it now, Jacque?” said I. “I do?” says he.
“The first thing I do I’ll go into Rag Fair and buy me a pair of shoes
and stockings.” “That’s right,” says I, “and so will I too;” so away we
went together, and we bought each of us a pair of Rag Fair stockings in
the first place for fivepence; not fivepence a pair, but fivepence
together; and good stockings they were too, much above our wear, I
assure you.
We found it more difficult to fit ourselves with shoes; but at last,
having looked a great while before we could find any good enough for
us, we found a shop very well stored, and of these we bought two pair
for sixteenpence.
We put them on immediately, to our great comfort, for we had neither of
us had any stockings to our legs that had any feet to them for a long
time. I found myself so refreshed with having a pair of warm stockings
on, and a pair of dry shoes—things, I say, which I had not been
acquainted with a great while—that I began to call to my mind my being
a gentleman, and now I thought it began to come to pass. When we had
thus fitted ourselves I said, “Hark ye, Major Jacque, you and I never
had any money in our lives before, and we never had a good dinner in
all our lives. What if we should go somewhere and get some victuals? I
am very hungry.”
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