You will not be surprised that a continued train of expenditure without
any income, soon reduced me to my original condition of life; but an
adventurer, in whatever state it may please fortune to place him, should
always find resources in his wits. Mine did not now abandon me. I learnt
one day that there resided in the town a rich widow, whose husband had
been Governor of a city in the West Indies, and died there, leaving his
lady in great affluence. This widow, who affected great devotion, had no
children, but several relations of consequence; and was at this time in
search of a man, to whom she could confide the management of her
affairs, well knowing that places of this description are not always
filled by men of probity.
This post was a great temptation to me, and I resolved to spare nothing
to obtain it, knowing that my fortune was made if I could succeed. After
having tormented my brains for some time to invent some stratagem to
attain my ends, I learnt that her Father Confessor was a Dominican
Friar, who had an absolute dominion over all her wishes, and that he
must be gained over to my interest. To this end, I bought a purse, and
put eight pistoles, and twenty ducats of gold in it, to which I added a
ring of trifling value, and a gold seal which my mother had presented to
my wife the first day she saw her. After which I laid by my sword, and
put on a very plain suit of clothes. In this state I repaired to the
Convent of the Dominicans, where I asked leave to speak to the Reverend
Father before mentioned, who was a very favourite preacher, and had
converted many. I was taken for one of his penitents, and was conducted
immediately to his chamber, which I entered with an hypocritical
countenance, as if afraid to cast my eyes on so sacred a person, and in
a low and soft voice: “Most Reverend Father,” said I; “I have just
picked up this purse which appears to be full of gold and silver coins,
and although I am but a poor man, I know that I have no right to keep
it. I have therefore taken the liberty of asking for you, that I might
place it in the hands of your Reverence to dispose of it as you may
think fit.”
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