CHAPTER X.

I procured a new lodging. By some bias of the mind, it may be,

gratifying itself with images of peril, I inclined to believe that Mrs.

Marney's alarm had not been without foundation. I was however unable to

conjecture through what means danger had approached me; and had

therefore only the unsatisfactory remedy of redoubling my watch upon all

my actions. Still I had the joint considerations pressing upon me of

security and subsistence. I had some small remains of the produce of my

former industry; but this was but small, for my employer was in arrear

with me, and I did not choose in any method to apply to him for payment.

The anxieties of my mind, in spite of all my struggles, preyed upon my

health. I did not consider myself as in safety for an instant. My

appearance was wasted to a shadow; and I started at every sound that was

unexpected. Sometimes I was half tempted to resign myself into the hands

of the law, and brave its worst; but resentment and indignation at those

times speedily flowed back upon my mind, and re-animated my

perseverance.

I knew no better resource with respect to subsistence than that I had

employed in the former instance, of seeking some third person to stand

between me and the disposal of my industry. I might find an individual

ready to undertake this office in my behalf; but where should I find the

benevolent soul of Mrs. Marney? The person I fixed upon was a Mr.

Spurrel, a man who took in work from the watchmakers, and had an

apartment upon our second floor. I examined him two or three times with

irresolute glances, as we passed upon the stairs, before I would venture

to accost him. He observed this, and at length kindly invited me into

his apartment.

Being seated, he condoled with me upon my seeming bad health, and the

solitary mode of my living, and wished to know whether he could be of

any service to me. "From the first moment he saw me, he had conceived an

affection for me." In my present disguise I appeared twisted and

deformed, and in other respects by no means an object of attraction. But

it seemed Mr. Spurrel had lost an only son about six months before, and

I was "the very picture of him." If I had put off my counterfeited

ugliness, I should probably have lost all hold upon his affections. "He

was now an old man," as he observed, "just dropping into the grave, and

his son had been his only consolation. The poor lad was always ailing,

but he had been a nurse to him; and the more tending he required while

he was alive, the more he missed him now he was dead. Now he had not a

friend, nor any body that cared for him, in the whole world. If I

pleased, I should be instead of that son to him, and he would treat me

in all respects with the same attention and kindness."

I expressed my sense of these benevolent offers, but told him that I

should be sorry to be in any way burthensome to him. "My ideas at

present led me to a private and solitary life, and my chief difficulty

was to reconcile this with some mode of earning necessary subsistence.

If he would condescend to lend me his assistance in smoothing this

difficulty, it would be the greatest benefit he could confer on me." I

added, that "my mind had always had a mechanical and industrious turn,

and that I did not doubt of soon mastering any craft to which I

seriously applied myself. I had not been brought up to any trade; but,

if he would favour me with his instructions, I would work with him as

long as he pleased for a bare subsistence. I knew that I was asking of

him an extraordinary kindness; but I was urged on the one hand by the

most extreme necessity, and encouraged on the other by the

persuasiveness of his friendly professions."

The old man dropped some tears over my apparent distress, and readily

consented to every thing I proposed. Our agreement was soon made, and I

entered upon my functions accordingly. My new friend was a man of a

singular turn of mind. Love of money, and a charitable officiousness of

demeanour, were his leading characteristics. He lived in the most

penurious manner, and denied himself every indulgence. I entitled myself

almost immediately, as he frankly acknowledged, to some remuneration for

my labours, and accordingly he insisted upon my being paid. He did not

however, as some persons would have done under the circumstance, pay me

the whole amount of my earnings, but professed to subtract from them

twenty per cent, as an equitable consideration for instruction, and

commission-money in procuring me a channel for my industry. Yet he

frequently shed tears over me, was uneasy in every moment of our

indispensable separation, and exhibited perpetual tokens of attachment

and fondness. I found him a man of excellent mechanical contrivance,

and received considerable pleasure from his communications. My own

sources of information were various; and he frequently expressed his

wonder and delight in the contemplation of my powers, as well of

amusement as exertion.

Thus I appeared to have attained a situation not less eligible than in

my connection with Mrs. Marney. I was however still more unhappy. My

fits of despondence were deeper, and of more frequent recurrence. My

health every day grew worse; and Mr. Spurrel was not without

apprehensions that he should lose me, as he before lost his only son.

I had not been long however in this new situation, before an incident

occurred which filled me with greater alarm and apprehension than ever.

I was walking out one evening, after a long visitation of languor, for

an hour's exercise and air, when my ears were struck with two or three

casual sounds from the mouth of a hawker who was bawling his wares. I

stood still to inform myself more exactly, when, to my utter

astonishment and confusion, I heard him deliver himself nearly in these

words: "_Here you have the_ MOST WONDERFUL AND SURPRISING HISTORY AND

MIRACULOUS ADVENTURES OF CALEB WILLIAMS: _you are informed how he first

robbed, and then brought false accusations against his master; as also

of his attempting divers times to break out of prison, till at last he

effected his escape in the most wonderful and uncredible manner; as also

of his travelling the kingdom in various disguises, and the robberies he

committed with a most desperate and daring gang of thieves; and of his

coming up to London, where it is supposed he now lies concealed; with a

true and faithful copy of the hue and cry printed and published by one

of his Majesty's most principal secretaries of state, offering a reward

of one hundred guineas for apprehending him. All for the price of one

halfpenny_."

Petrified as I was at these amazing and dreadful sounds, I had the

temerity to go up to the man and purchase one of his papers. I was

desperately resolved to know the exact state of the fact, and what I had

to depend upon. I carried it with me a little way, till, no longer able

to endure the tumult of my impatience, I contrived to make out the chief

part of its contents, by the help of a lamp, at the upper end of a

narrow passage. I found it contain a greater number of circumstances

than could have been expected in this species of publication, I was

equalled to the most notorious housebreaker in the art of penetrating

through walls and doors, and to the most accomplished swindler in

plausibleness, duplicity, and disguise. The hand-bill which Larkins had

first brought to us upon the forest was printed at length. All my

disguises, previously to the last alarm that had been given me by the

providence of Mrs. Marney, were faithfully enumerated; and the public

were warned to be upon their watch against a person of an uncouth and

extraordinary appearance, and who lived in a recluse and solitary

manner. I also learned from this paper that my former lodgings had been

searched on the very evening of my escape, and that Mrs. Marney had been

sent to Newgate, upon a charge of misprision of felony.--This last

circumstance affected me deeply. In the midst of my own sufferings my

sympathies flowed undiminished. It was a most cruel and intolerable

idea, if I were not only myself to be an object of unrelenting

persecution, but my very touch were to be infectious, and every one that

succoured me was to be involved in the common ruin. My instant feeling

was that of a willingness to undergo the utmost malice of my enemies,

could I by that means have saved this excellent woman from alarm and

peril.--I afterwards learned that Mrs. Marney was delivered from

confinement, by the interposition of her noble relation.

My sympathy for Mrs. Marney however was at this moment a transient one.

A more imperious and irresistible consideration demanded to be heard.

With what sensations did I ruminate upon this paper? Every word of it

carried despair to my heart. The actual apprehension that I dreaded

would perhaps have been less horrible. It would have put an end to that

lingering terror to which I was a prey. Disguise was no longer of use. A

numerous class of individuals, through every department, almost every

house of the metropolis, would be induced to look with a suspicious eye

upon every stranger, especially every solitary stranger, that fell under

their observation. The prize of one hundred guineas was held out to

excite their avarice and sharpen their penetration. It was no longer

Bow-street, it was a million of men in arms against me. Neither had I the

refuge, which few men have been so miserable as to want, of one single

individual with whom to repose my alarms, and who might shelter me from

the gaze of indiscriminate curiosity.

What could exceed the horrors of this situation? My heart knocked

against my ribs, my bosom heaved, I gasped and panted for breath. "There

is no end then," said I, "to my persecutors! My unwearied and

long-continued labours lead to no termination! Termination! No; the

lapse of time, that cures all other things, makes my case more

desperate! Why then," exclaimed I, a new train of thought suddenly

rushing into my mind, "why should I sustain the contest any longer? I

can at least elude my persecutors in death. I can bury myself and the

traces of my existence together in friendly oblivion; and thus bequeath

eternal doubt, and ever new alarm, to those who have no peace but in

pursuing me!"

In the midst of the horrors with which I was now impressed, this idea

gave me pleasure; and I hastened to the Thames to put it in instant

execution. Such was the paroxysm of my mind that my powers of vision

became partially suspended. I was no longer conscious to the feebleness

of disease, but rushed along with fervent impetuosity. I passed from

street to street without observing what direction I pursued. After

wandering I know not how long, I arrived at London Bridge. I hastened to

the stairs, and saw the river covered with vessels.

"No human being must see me," said I, "at the instant that I vanish for

ever." This thought required some consideration. A portion of time had

elapsed since my first desperate purpose. My understanding began to

return. The sight of the vessels suggested to me the idea of once more

attempting to leave my native country.

I enquired, and speedily found that the cheapest passage I could procure

was in a vessel moored near the Tower, and which was to sail in a few

days for Middleburgh in Holland. I would have gone instantly on board,

and have endeavoured to prevail with the captain to let me remain there

till he sailed; but unfortunately I had not money enough in my pocket to

defray my passage.

It was worse than this. I had not money enough in the world. I however

paid the captain half his demand, and promised to return with the rest.

I knew not in what manner it was to be procured, but I believed that I

should not fail in it. I had some idea of applying to Mr. Spurrel.

Surely he would not refuse me? He appeared to love me with parental

affection, and I thought I might trust myself for a moment in his hands.

I approached my place of residence with a heavy and foreboding heart.

Mr. Spurrel was not at home; and I was obliged to wait for his return.

Worn out with fatigue, disappointment, and the ill state of my health, I

sunk upon a chair. Speedily however I recollected myself. I had work of

Mr. Spurrel's in my trunk, which had been delivered out to me that very

morning, to five times the amount I wanted. I canvassed for a moment

whether I should make use of this property as if it were my own; but I

rejected the idea with disdain. I had never in the smallest degree

merited the reproaches that were east upon me; and I determined I never

would merit them. I sat gasping, anxious, full of the blackest

forebodings. My terrors appeared, even to my own mind, greater and more

importunate than the circumstances authorised.

It was extraordinary that Mr. Spurrel should be abroad at this hour; I

had never known it happen before. His bed-time was between nine and ten.

Ten o'clock came, eleven o'clock, but not Mr. Spurrel. At midnight I

heard his knock at the door. Every soul in the house was in bed. Mr.

Spurrel, on account of his regular hours, was unprovided with a key to

open for himself. A gleam, a sickly gleam, of the social spirit came

over my heart. I flew nimbly down stairs, and opened the door.

I could perceive, by the little taper in my hand, something

extraordinary in his countenance. I had not time to speak, before I saw

two other men follow him. At the first glance I was sufficiently

assured what sort of persons they were. At the second, I perceived that

one of them was no other than Gines himself. I had understood formerly

that he had been of this profession, and I was not surprised to find him

in it again. Though I had for three hours endeavoured, as it were, to

prepare myself for the unavoidable necessity of falling once again into

the hands of the officers of law, the sensation I felt at their entrance

was indescribably agonising. I was besides not a little astonished at

the time and manner of their entrance; and I felt anxious to know

whether Mr. Spurrel could be base enough to have been their introducer.

I was not long held in perplexity. He no sooner saw his followers within

the door, than he exclaimed, with convulsive eagerness, "There, there,

that is your man! thank God! thank God!" Gines looked eagerly in my

face, with a countenance expressive alternately of hope and doubt, and

answered, "By God, and I do not know whether it be or no! I am afraid we

are in the wrong box!" Then recollecting himself, "We will go into the

house, and examine further however." We all went up stairs into Mr.

Spurrel's room; I set down the candle upon the table. I had hitherto

been silent; but I determined not to desert myself, and was a little

encouraged to exertion by the scepticism of Gines. With a calm and

deliberate manner therefore, in my feigned voice, one of the

characteristics of which was lisping, I asked, "Pray, gentlemen, what

may be your pleasure with me?"--"Why," said Gines, "our errand is with

one Caleb Williams, and a precious rascal he is! I ought to know the

chap well enough; but they say he has as many faces as there are days in

the year. So you please to pull off your face; or, if you cannot do

that, at least you can pull off your clothes, and let us see what your

hump is made of."

I remonstrated, but in vain. I stood detected in part of my artifice;

and Gines, though still uncertain, was every moment more and more

confirmed in his suspicions. Mr. Spurrel perfectly gloated, with eyes

that seemed ready to devour every thing that passed. As my imposture

gradually appeared more palpable, he repeated his exclamation, "Thank

God! thank God!" At last, tired with this scene of mummery, and

disgusted beyond measure with the base and hypocritical figure I seemed

to exhibit, I exclaimed, "Well, I am Caleb Williams; conduct me wherever

you please! And now, Mr. Spurrel!"--He gave a violent start. The

instant I declared myself his transport had been at the highest, and

was, to any power he was able to exert, absolutely uncontrollable. But

the unexpectedness of my address, and the tone in which I spoke,

electrified him.--"Is it possible," continued I, "that you should

have been the wretch to betray me? What have I done to deserve this

treatment? Is this the kindness you professed? the affection that was

perpetually in your mouth? to be the death of me!"

"My poor boy! my dear creature!" cried Spurrel, whimpering, and in a

tone of the humblest expostulation, "indeed I could not help it! I would

have helped it, if I could! I hope they will not hurt my darling! I am

sure I shall die if they do!"

"Miserable driveller!" interrupted I, with a stern voice, "do you betray

me into the remorseless fangs of the law, and then talk of my not being

hurt? I know my sentence, and am prepared to meet it! You have fixed the

halter upon my neck, and at the same price would have done so to your

only son! Go, count your accursed guineas! My life would have been

safer in the hands of one I had never seen than in yours, whose mouth

and whose eyes for ever ran over with crocodile affection!"

I have always believed that my sickness, and, as he apprehended,

approaching death, contributed its part to the treachery of Mr. Spurrel.

He predicted to his own mind the time when I should no longer be able to

work. He recollected with agony the expense that attended his son's

illness and death. He determined to afford me no assistance of a similar

kind. He feared however the reproach of deserting me. He feared the

tenderness of his nature. He felt, that I was growing upon his

affections, and that in a short time he could not have deserted me. He

was driven by a sort of implicit impulse, for the sake of avoiding one

ungenerous action, to take refuge in another, the basest and most

diabolical. This motive, conjoining with the prospect of the proffered

reward, was an incitement too powerful for him to resist.

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