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Suspicion
immediately
fell
upon
someone
in
the
house
,
for
it
was
apparent
that
someone
must
have
opened
the
door
(
which
the
squire
’
s
wife
distinctly
remembered
having
bolted
herself
)
,
and
someone
must
have
known
where
the
squire
kept
his
silver
plate
,
and
the
drawer
in
which
he
kept
his
coins
and
his
promissory
notes
.
Still
,
Essie
,
by
resolutely
denying
everything
,
was
convicted
of
nothing
until
Master
Josiah
Horner
was
caught
,
in
a
chandler
’
s
in
Exeter
,
passing
one
of
the
squire
’
s
notes
.
The
squire
identified
it
as
his
,
and
Horner
and
Essie
went
to
trial
.
Horner
was
convicted
at
the
local
assizes
,
and
was
,
as
the
slang
of
the
time
so
cruelly
and
so
casually
had
it
,
turned
off
,
but
the
judge
took
pity
on
Essie
,
because
of
her
age
or
her
chestnut
hair
,
and
he
sentenced
her
to
seven
years
’
transportation
.
She
was
to
be
transported
on
a
ship
called
the
Neptune
,
under
the
command
of
one
Captain
Clarke
.
So
Essie
went
to
the
Carolinas
;
and
on
the
way
she
conceived
an
alliance
with
the
selfsame
captain
,
and
prevailed
upon
him
to
return
her
to
England
with
him
,
as
his
wife
,
and
to
take
her
to
his
mother
’
s
house
in
London
,
where
no
man
knew
her
.
The
journey
back
,
when
the
human
cargo
had
been
exchanged
for
cotton
and
tobacco
,
was
a
peaceful
time
and
a
happy
one
for
the
captain
and
his
new
bride
,
who
were
as
two
lovebirds
or
courting
butterflies
,
unable
to
cease
from
touching
each
other
or
giving
each
other
little
gifts
and
endearments
.
When
they
reached
London
,
Captain
Clarke
lodged
Essie
with
his
mother
,
who
treated
her
in
all
ways
as
her
son
’
s
new
wife
.
Eight
weeks
later
,
the
Neptune
set
sail
again
,
and
the
pretty
young
bride
with
the
chestnut
hair
waved
her
husband
goodbye
from
dockside
.
Then
she
returned
to
her
mother
-
in
-
law
’
s
house
,
where
,
the
old
woman
being
absent
,
Essie
helped
herself
to
a
length
of
silk
,
several
gold
coins
,
and
a
silver
pot
in
which
the
old
woman
kept
her
buttons
,
and
pocketing
these
things
Essie
vanished
into
the
stews
of
London
.
Over
the
following
two
years
Essie
became
an
accomplished
shoplifter
,
her
wide
skirts
capable
of
concealing
a
multitude
of
sins
,
consisting
chiefly
of
stolen
bolts
of
silk
and
lace
,
and
she
lived
life
to
the
full
.
Essie
gave
thanks
for
her
escapes
from
her
vicissitudes
to
all
the
creatures
that
she
had
been
told
of
as
a
child
,
to
the
piskies
(
whose
influence
,
she
was
certain
,
extended
as
far
as
London
)
,
and
she
would
put
a
wooden
bowl
of
milk
on
a
window
ledge
each
night
,
although
her
friends
laughed
at
her
;
but
she
had
the
last
laugh
,
as
her
friends
got
the
pox
or
the
clap
and
Essie
remained
in
the
peak
of
health
.
She
was
a
year
shy
of
her
twentieth
birthday
when
fate
dealt
her
an
ill
blow
:
she
sat
in
the
Crossed
Forks
Inn
off
Fleet
Street
,
in
Bell
Yard
,
when
she
saw
a
young
man
enter
and
seat
himself
near
the
fireplace
,
fresh
down
from
the
university
.
Oho
!
A
pigeon
ripe
for
the
plucking
,
thinks
Essie
to
herself
,
and
she
sits
next
to
him
,
and
tells
him
what
a
fine
young
man
he
is
,
and
with
one
hand
she
begins
to
stroke
his
knee
,
while
her
other
hand
,
more
carefully
,
goes
in
search
of
his
pocket
watch
.
And
then
he
looked
her
full
in
the
face
,
and
her
heart
leapt
and
sank
as
eyes
the
dangerous
blue
of
the
summer
sky
before
a
storm
gazed
back
into
hers
,
and
Master
Bartholomew
said
her
name
.
She
was
taken
to
Newgate
and
charged
with
returning
from
transportation
.
Found
guilty
,
Essie
shocked
no
one
by
pleading
her
belly
,
although
the
town
matrons
,
who
assessed
such
claims
(
which
were
usually
spurious
)
were
surprised
when
they
were
forced
to
agree
that
Essie
was
indeed
with
child
;
although
who
the
father
was
,
Essie
declined
to
say
.
Her
sentence
of
death
was
once
more
commuted
to
transportation
,
this
time
for
life
.
She
rode
out
this
time
on
the
Sea
-
Maiden
.
There
were
two
hundred
transportees
on
that
ship
,
packed
into
the
hold
like
so
many
fat
hogs
on
their
way
to
market
.
Fluxes
and
fevers
ran
rampant
;
there
was
scarcely
room
to
sit
,
let
alone
to
lie
down
;
a
woman
died
in
childbirth
in
the
back
of
the
hold
,
and
,
the
people
being
pushed
in
too
tightly
to
pass
her
body
forward
,
she
and
the
infant
were
forced
out
of
a
small
porthole
in
the
back
,
directly
into
the
choppy
gray
sea
.
Essie
was
eight
months
gone
,
and
it
was
a
wonder
she
kept
the
baby
,
but
keep
it
she
did
.
