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
Upon this surprise, the French admiral set sail from the north point of
the frith where we lay, and crowding away to the north, got the start
of the English fleet, and made their escape, with the loss of one ship
only, which, being behind the rest, could not get away.
When we were satisfied the English left chasing us, which was not till
the third night, when we altered our course and lost sight of them, we
stood over to the coast of Norway, and keeping that shore on board all
the way to the mouth of the Baltic, we came to an anchor again, and
sent two scouts abroad to learn news, to see if the sea was clear; and
being satisfied that the enemy did not chase us, we kept on with an
easier sail, and came all back again to Dunkirk; and glad I was to set
my foot on shore again; for all the while we were thus flying for our
lives I was under the greatest terror imaginable, and nothing but
halters and gibbets run in my head, concluding that, if I had been
taken, I should certainly have been hanged.
But the care was now over. I took my leave of the chevalier, and of the
army, and made haste to Paris. I came so unexpectedly to Paris, and to
my own lodgings, that it was my misfortune to make a discovery relating
to my wife which was not at all to my satisfaction; for I found her
ladyship had kept some company that I had reason to believe were not
such as an honest woman ought to have conversed with, and as I knew her
temper by what I had found of her myself, I grew very jealous and
uneasy about her. I must own it touched me very nearly, for I began to
have an extraordinary value for her, and her behaviour was very taking,
especially after I had brought her into France; but having a vein of
levity, it was impossible to prevent her running into such things in a
town so full of what they call gallantry as Paris.
It vexed me also to think that it should be my fate to be a cuckold
both abroad and at home, and sometimes I would be in such a rage about
it that I had no government of myself when I thought of it. Whole days,
and I may say sometimes whole nights, I spent musing and considering
what I should do to her, and especially what I should do to the
villain, whoever he was, that had thus abused and supplanted me. Here
indeed I committed murder more than once, or indeed than a hundred
times, in my imagination; and, as the devil is certainly an apparent
prompter to wickedness, if he is not the first mover of it in our
minds, he teased me night and day with proposals to kill my wife.
This horrid project he carried up so high, by raising fierce thoughts
and fomenting the blood upon my contemplation of the word cuckold,
that, in short, I left debating whether I should murder her or no, as a
thing out of the question, and determined; and my thoughts were then
taken up only with the management how I should kill her, and how to
make my escape after I had done it.
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