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Updated: May 3, 2025
On entering the prison they were marshalled in a long corridor, where a couple of jailers searched them all over. Nothing was found on Tristram but his packet of pepper-cress seed, which the searchers obligingly returned. As soon as this ceremony was over, all who were not broken with fever were led up two flights of stone stairs.
Where d'ye come from, and where are ye bound for?" Tristram told his story ingenuously enough. "We'll have to search you." They searched him and found a sealed packet. "What is this?" "Pepper-cress seed." "Pepper-cress be damned!" was the only comment. However, when the packet was opened it was found that he spoke the truth.
Upon this patch of earth were sunk the prints of a pair of feet, far apart; and between these footprints glimmered two lines of green, with two other lines uniting them. They were two lines of pepper-cress, unharmed and fresh as if they grew in some sheltered garden, open only to the sun and rain.
The shopman took the shilling and tossed upon the counter a packet of pepper-cress seed. Our hero pocketed it, and was leaving the shop; but paused on the threshold and began to renew his apologies. The little man had picked up his book again, and turned a deaf ear. Tristram stepped out into the street.
It was that he had been allowed to retain and stow in his waist-belt his little packet of pepper-cress seed a favour for which he thanked his persecutors with tears in his eyes. It happened that his galley was bound that afternoon on a cruise of a few miles along the coast and indeed was lifting anchor as he was hauled up the side.
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