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 heard all this, and it made the blood run chill in my veins when he
said swearing was only fit for such as we were. In short, it made as
great an impression upon me as it did upon the gentleman; and yet he
took it very kindly too, and thanked the old gentleman for his advice.
But from that time forward I never had the least inclination to
swearing or ill words, and abhorred it when I heard other boys do it.
As to drinking, I had no opportunity; for I had nothing to drink but
water, or small-beer that anybody gave me in charity, for they seldom
gave away strong beer; and after I had money, I neither desired strong
beer or cared to part with my money to buy it.
Then as to principle, ’tis true I had no foundation laid in me by
education; and being early led by my fate into evil, I had the less
sense of its being evil left upon my mind. But when I began to grow to
an age of understanding, and to know that I was a thief, growing up in
all manner of villainy, and ripening apace for the gallows, it came
often into my thoughts that I was going wrong, that I was in the
high-road to the devil; and several times I would stop short, and ask
myself if this was the life of a gentleman.
But these little things wore off again as often as they came on, and I
followed the old trade again, especially when Will came to prompt me,
as I have observed, for he was a kind of a guide to me in all these
things; and I had, by custom and application, together with seeing his
way, learned to be as acute a workman as my master.
But to go back where I left off. Will came to me, as I have said, and
telling me how much better business he was fallen into, would have me
go along with him, and I should be a gentleman. Will, it seems,
understood that word in a quite different manner from me; for his
gentleman was nothing more or less than a gentleman thief, a villain of
a higher degree than a pickpocket, and one that might do something more
wicked, and better entitling him to the gallows, than could be done in
our way. But my gentleman that I had my eye upon was another thing
quite, though I could not really tell how to describe it either.
However, the word took with me, and I went with him. We were neither of
us old. Will was about twenty-four; and as for me, I was now about
eighteen, and pretty tall of my age.
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