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Updated: July 7, 2025
The man with the plumed hat advanced towards Gwynplaine, who stood with folded arms. "What are you doing here, Gwynplaine?" "And you, Tom-Jim-Jack, what are you doing here?" "Oh! I understand. Josiana! a caprice. A mountebank and a monster! The double attraction is too powerful to be resisted. You disguised yourself in order to get here, Gwynplaine?" "And you, too, Tom-Jim-Jack?"
With this man, patented in wickedness, it was fury. The vulgar ingrate is full of ashes; what was within Barkilphedro? A furnace furnace walled round by hate, silence, and rancour, awaiting Josiana for fuel. Never had a man abhorred a woman to such a point without reason. How terrible! She was his dream, his preoccupation, his ennui, his rage. Perhaps he was a little in love with her.
So, half against his will, half of it because after he had done with the wapentake he had to do with Barkilphedro, and he had given a certain amount of consent to his abductions he had left the real for the chimerical; the true for the false; Dea for Josiana; love for pride; liberty for power; labour proud and poor for opulence full of unknown responsibilities; the shade in which is God for the lurid flames in which the devils dwell; Paradise for Olympus!
To find the vulnerable spot in Josiana, and to strike her there, was, for all the causes we have just mentioned, the imperturbable determination of Barkilphedro. The wish is sufficient; the power is required. How was he to set about it? There was the question. Vulgar vagabonds set the scene of any wickedness they intend to commit with care.
Those who know how to distinguish, in a reign, this low voice, and to hear what it whispers to the loud, are the real historians. Queen Anne had several of these low voices about her. Barkilphedro was one. Besides the queen, he secretly worked, influenced, and plotted upon Lady Josiana and Lord David. As we have said, he whispered in three ears, one more than Dangeau.
Besides, Josiana, while she knew herself to be a bastard, felt herself a princess, and carried her authority over him with a high tone in all their arrangements. She had a fancy for Lord David. Lord David was handsome, but that was over and above the bargain. She considered him to be fashionable. To be fashionable is everything. Caliban, fashionable and magnificent, would distance Ariel, poor.
Lord David, being in company with a woman, could not take any part in the match himself, and merely assisted as one of the audience. Lady Josiana betrayed her quality in one way; she had an opera-glass, then used by gentlemen only.
"All that is in the sea, all that sinks, all that floats, all that is cast ashore all belongs to the Admiral of England." "Everything! Really? And then?" "Except the sturgeon, which belongs to the king." "I should have thought," said Josiana, "all that would have belonged to Neptune." "Neptune is a fool. He has given up everything. He has allowed the English to take everything."
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