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
All this while the people understood nothing of the matter; and as for
the rogues indeed, they had time enough to get clear away, and in about
an hour Will came to the rendezvous. There we sat down in the grass
again, and turned out the money, which proved to be eight guineas, and
£5, 12s. in silver, so that it made just £14 together. This we shared
upon the spot, and went to work the same day for more; but whether it
was that, being flushed with our success, we were not so vigilant, or
that no other opportunity offered, I know not, but we got nothing more
that night, nor so much as anything offered itself for an attempt.
We took many walks of this kind, sometimes together, at a little
distance from one another, and several small hits we made; but we were
so flushed with our success that truly we were above meddling with
trifles, as I said before—no, not such things that others would have
been glad of; nothing but pocket-books, letter-cases, or sums of money
would move us.
The next adventure was in the dusk of the evening, in a court which
goes out of Gracechurch Street into Lombard Street, where the Quakers’
meeting house is. There was a young fellow who, as we learned
afterward, was a woollen-draper’s apprentice in Gracechurch Street. It
seems he had been receiving a sum of money which was very considerable,
and he comes to a goldsmith’s shop in Lombard Street with it; paid in
the most of it there; insomuch that it grew dark, and the goldsmith
began to be shutting in shop, and candles to be lighted. We watched him
in there, and stood on the other side of the way to see what he did.
When he had paid in all the money he intended, he stayed still some
time longer, to take notes, as I supposed, for what he had paid; and by
this time it was still darker than before. At last he comes out of the
shop, with still a pretty large bag under his arm, and walks over into
the court, which was then very dark. In the middle of the court is a
boarded entry, and farther, at the end of it, a threshold; and as soon
as he had set his foot over the threshold, he was to turn on his left
hand into Gracechurch Street.
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