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"What are you about, mates?" exclaimed one of them, whose voice I felt sure I knew. "The man you want is sitting in the front of the waggon!" On hearing these words my poor wife uttered a piercing shriek, and fell fainting into my arms. She, too, had recognised the voice, though the speaker had kept out of her sight; it was that of Charles Iffley.
There was a severe strife in my bosom. I prayed earnestly for God's Holy Spirit. I uttered the words, "Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us." I felt that I could reply with sincerity, "Iffley, I do forgive you from my heart truly and freely." "Then I can believe that God will forgive me," he cried out with almost a shriek of joy.
I did not expect to be much the worse for my ducking, and I knew when I got back to the ship that the doctor would look after me. I had now no doubt that Iffley had endeavoured to prevent the boat from coming to my assistance. How bitter must be his hatred to allow me his shipmate to die thus horribly, struggling in the sea, when he had the power to save me!
She told me, in course of conversation, that she had not since seen Charles Iffley, but that she believed he belonged to some man-of-war or other, at the time of which she had been speaking, and that she understood he was still in the service. My plan once formed, I lost no time in putting it into execution. That very evening I found a smack sailing for Portsmouth, and took my passage by her.
Adams said, 'I never was more serious about any thing in my life. JOHNSON. 'Let me alone, let me alone; I am overpowered. And then he put his hands before his face, and reclined for some time upon the table. Dr. Johnson and I went in Dr. Adams's coach to dine with Dr. Nowell, Principal of St. Mary Hall, at his beautiful villa at Iffley, on the banks of the Isis, about two miles from Oxford.
She was heeling over to her lower deck ports. The exertion of all hands was indeed required to shorten sail. I found Iffley following close after me. I sprang up the rigging and quickly reached the fore-top. I could not help seeing his face as he came up. It wore the expression of most malignant hatred.
Aunt Bretta was more indignant than any of us with Iffley. "If he does come to the door, in my opinion, he ought to be turned away!" she exclaimed. "The idea of a person whom I knew as a little boy, glad to receive a slice of gingerbread, giving himself such airs! I have no notion of it." This was very severe for Aunt Bretta, whose heart was kindness itself.
If I did not reap all the evil consequences I deserved, others might fancy that they may do the same with like impunity and find themselves terribly mistaken. One of my chief associates was a boy of my own age, called Charles Iffley.
Then we persuaded those two silly lads that it was you, and when they saw me go and put them into your bag, they had no doubt about it, and so Iffley made them believe that they had seen you coming out of the store-room. That's all about it. I've been speaking the truth and nothing but the truth. But you'll forgive me, won't you, Weatherhelm, and let me die easy?"
There was no one on board to speak in my favour; no one who had known me before and how incapable I was of the act imputed to me except Iffley; and he, I felt too well assured, would do his utmost to destroy me. The two days passed no circumstance occurred, as I had hoped it might, to prove that I was innocent when the boatswain's call summoned all hands on deck to witness punishment.
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