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
In order to treat her moderately well, and not extravagantly, for I had
no thoughts of anything farther than civility, which was the effect of
mere compassion for the unhappiness of the most truly disconsolate
woman that I ever met with; I say, in order to treat her handsomely,
but not extravagantly, I provided what the house afforded, which was a
couple of partridges and a very good dish of stewed oysters. They
brought us up afterwards a neat’s tongue and a ham that was almost cut
quite down, but we ate none of it; for the other was fully enough for
us both, and the maid made her supper off the oysters we had left,
which were enough.
I mention this because it should appear I did not treat her as a person
I was making any court to, for I had nothing of that in my thoughts;
but merely in pity to the poor woman, who I saw in a circumstance that
was indeed very unhappy.
When I gave her maid notice that supper was ready, she fetched her
mistress, coming in before her with a candle in her hand, and then it
was that I saw her face, and being in her dishabille, she had no hood
over her eyes or black upon her head, when I was truly surprised to see
one of the most beautiful faces upon earth. I saluted her, and led her
to the fireside, the table, though spread, being too far from the fire,
the weather being cold.
She was now something sociable, though very grave, and sighed often on
account of her circumstances. But she so handsomely governed her grief,
yet so artfully made it mingle itself with all her discourse, that it
added exceedingly to her behaviour, which was every way most
exquisitely genteel. I had a great deal of discourse with her, and upon
many subjects, and by degrees took her name, that is to say, from
herself, as I had done before from her maid; also the place where she
lived, viz., near Ratcliff, or rather Stepney, where I asked her leave
to pay her a visit when she thought fit to admit company, which she
seemed to intimate would not be a great while.
It is a subject too surfeiting to entertain people with the beauty of a
person they will never see. Let it suffice to tell them she was the
most beautiful creature of her sex that I ever saw before or since; and
it cannot be wondered if I was charmed with her the very first moment I
saw her face. Her behaviour was likewise a beauty in itself, and was so
extraordinary that I cannot say I can describe it.
The next day she was much more free than she was the first night, and I
had so much conversation as to enter into particulars of things on both
sides; also she gave me leave to come and see her house, which,
however, I did not do under a fortnight or thereabouts, because I did
not know how far she would dispense with the ceremony which it was
necessary to keep up at the beginning of the mourning.
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