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 so perplexed about this surprising incident that I hardly knew
what I did or said all that night; nor was I come to any settled
resolution in the morning what course to take in it. However, in the
morning I called my tutor, and told him that I had been exceedingly
concerned about the poor distressed creature, the housekeeper; that I
had heard some of her story, which was very dismal; that she had been
in very good circumstances and was bred very well, and that I was glad
he had removed her out of the field into the house; but still she was
almost naked, and that I would have him go down to the warehouse and
give her some linen, especially head-clothes, and all sorts of small
things such as hoods, gloves, stockings, shoes, petticoats, &c., and to
let her choose for herself; also a morning-gown of calico, and a mantua
of a better kind of calico; that is to say, new clothe her; which he
did, but brought me word that he found her all in tears, and that she
had cried all night long, and, in short, he believed she would indeed
cry herself to death; that all the while she was receiving the things
he gave her she cried; that now and then she would struggle with and
stop it, but that then, upon another word speaking, she would burst out
again, so that it grieved everybody that saw her.
I was really affected with her case very much, but struggled hard with
myself to hide it, and turned the discourse to something else. In the
meantime, though I did not go to her the next day, nor till the third
day, yet I studied day and night how to act, and what I should do in
this remarkable case.
When I came to the house, which was the third day, she came into the
room I was in, clothed all over with my things which I had ordered her,
and told me she thanked God she was now my servant again and wore my
livery, thanked me for the clothes I had sent her, and said it was much
more than she had deserved from me.
I then entered into discourses with her, nobody being present but
ourselves; and first I told her she should name no more of the unkind
things that had passed, for she had humbled herself more than enough on
that subject, and I would never reproach her with anything that was
past. I found that she had been the deepest sufferer by far. I told her
it was impossible for me, in my present circumstances, to receive her
there as a wife who came over as a convict, neither did she know so
little as to desire it; but I told her I might be instrumental to put
an end to her misfortunes in the world, and especially to the miserable
part of it which was her present load, provided she could effectually
keep her own counsel and never let the particulars come out of her
mouth, and that from the day she did she might date her irrevocable
ruin.
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