Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"Quiet," he said calmly. "Abram, I want to speak with you. Separate
these," he added, addressing one of the men.
And having got Abram by himself, he asked him if he was inclined to run
the risk of a trial and condemnation, or tell the truth, and trust to
the Royal mercy. The Jew hesitated; but our officer knew that a
hesitating criminal is like a hesitating woman--each waits for an
argument to resolve them against their faith and honour. He knew that
misfortune breaks up the bonds of etiquette, even among the virtuous;
and that the honour among themselves, of which thieves boast, and a
portion of mankind, for some strange reason, secretly approve, becomes
weak in proportion to the danger of retributive justice. Not much given
to speculate, he yet sometimes wondered why it was that one should be
despised and treated harshly because he comes forward to serve the ends
of justice and benefit society; but a less acute mind may feel no
difficulty in accounting for the anomaly. The king's-evidence, while he
proves himself a coward and false to his faith, acts from pure
selfishness; and though he offers a boon to society, it is in reality a
bargain which he drives for self-preservation. These speculations
certainly did not pass through the mind of Abram, if his prevailing
thought was not more likely in the form--
"If I can't get my pound of silver out of the Christian, I can at least
keep my own pound of flesh."
But whether he thought in this Jewish form or not, it is certain that he
was not long in making as clean a breast as a Jew might be expected to
make of the whole secret of the robbery. It was planned and executed, he
said, by Slabberdash and Squint, and he agreed to become resetter on the
condition of being allowed to retain a half of the proceeds. Four-toes
brought the plate to him at half a dozen courses of her pitchers, and he
had intended on that very day to melt all that was meltable. The watches
and rings were to be reserved for opportunities, as occasions presented.
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