Bob Brierly; Or, the Ticket-Of-Leave Man. a Romance of the Present Day

Bob Brierly; Or, the Ticket-Of-Leave Man. a Romance of the Present Day

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867 edition. Excerpt: ... have been a desperate man. I might have become all they thuught me--a felon, in the company of felons!" May playfully blinded his eyes with her hands. "Oh, do not look back to that misery--but tell me how you are out so long before your time Y' "Here's my ticket-of-leave--they've given me every week of my nine months--they hadn't a mark against me--I didn't want to look forward to my discharge--I was afraid to--I worked away; in school, in the quarry-gang first, and in the office aftervvards, as if I had to stay there forever--I wasn't unhappy either--all were good to me. "And then I had your letters to comfort me" turning a fond look on her. "But when I was sent for to the governor's room yesterday, and told I was a free man, everything swam round and round--I staggered--they had to give me water, or I think I should have fainted like a girl.' "Ah, as I felt that night when you gave me wine," murmured May. "Poor dear, I remember it, as if it was yesterday. But when I passed out at the gate, not for gang labour, in my prison dress, with my prison mates, under the warder's eye, and the sentry's musket, as I had done so many a weary week--but in my own clothes--unwatched--a free men--free to go were I liked--to do what I liked--to speak to whom I liked, I thought I should have gone crazy--I danced, I sang, I kicked up the pebbles of the Chizzle beach--the boatmen laid hands on me for an escaped lunatic, till I told 'em I was a dis. charged prisoner, and then they let me pass--but they drew back from me; there was the convict's taint about me--you can't fling that off with the convict's jacket." "But here, no one knows you--you'll get a fresh start now," said the seamstress....show more

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  • Paperback | 50 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 109g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236545184
  • 9781236545183