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 had rambled up and down in a most discontented, unsettled posture
after this, I say, about a year, and then I considered I had three
innocent children, and I could take no care of them, and that I must
either go away and leave them to the wide world or settle here and get
somebody to look after them, and that better a mother-in-law than no
mother; for to live such a wandering life it would not do; so I
resolved I would marry as anything offered, though it was mean, and the
meaner the better. I concluded my next wife should be only taken as an
upper servant; that is to say, a nurse to my children and housekeeper
to myself; “and let her be whore or honest woman,” said I, “as she
likes best; I am resolved I will not much concern myself about that;”
for I was now one desperate, that valued not how things went.
In this careless, and indeed rash, foolish humour, I talked to myself
thus: “If I marry an honest woman, my children will be taken care of;
if she be a slut and abuses me, as I see everybody does, I will kidnap
her and send her to Virginia, to my plantations there, and there she
shall work hard enough and fare hard enough to keep her chaste, I’ll
warrant her.”
I knew well enough at first that these were mad, hare-brained notions,
and I thought no more of being serious in them than I thought of being
a man in the moon; but I know not how it happened to me, I reasoned and
talked to myself in this wild manner so long that I brought myself to
be seriously desperate; that is, to resolve upon another marriage, with
all the suppositions of unhappiness that could be imagined to fall out.
And yet even this rash resolution of my senses did not come presently
to action; for I was half a year after this before I fixed upon
anything. At last, as he that seeks mischief shall certainly find it,
so it was with me. There happened to be a young, or rather a
middle-aged, woman in the next town, which was but a half-mile off, who
usually was at my house and among my children every day when the
weather was tolerable; and though she came but merely as a neighbour,
and to see us, yet she was always helpful in directing and ordering
things for them, and mighty handy about them, as well before my wife
died as after.
Her father was one that I employed often to go to Liverpool, and
sometimes to Whitehaven, and do business for me; for having, as it
were, settled myself in the northern parts of England, I had ordered
part of my effects to be shipped, as occasion of shipping offered, to
either of those two towns, to which, the war continuing very sharp, it
was safer coming, as to privateers, than about through the Channel to
London.
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