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‘ - 160 REYNOLDS’ WORKS we parted. Some time afterward I visited this man’s house in Agar Town, and found there a motley assemblage of wretches, male and female, whose looks bespoke their characters and their avocations. I gave them money wherewith to purchase liquor, and as Solomon Patch failed not to hint how we first became acquainted, they learned what I was. They insisted upon knowing my name, but I only told them my Christian one. Some person present at once dubbed me Lady Bess, and that is the name by which I have been known amongst them ever since. A short time after my adventure with Solomon Patch, I paid another visit™ to the Marshalls at Dover; and no longer feeling any shame at the career I was pursuing, — but glorying in it rather than otherwise, —I gave Kate an account of my various adven- tures. She told me in her turn that she had become engaged to a young man by the name of Russell, who was captain of a vessel ostensibly trading to the French and Spanish ports, but in reality engaged in the contraband trade. She added that Russell was making considerable sums of money, and that when he had amassed a fortune they were to be married. ‘“ My history is now drawing to a close, but there is one incident that deserves special mention. One day, about six months ago, I was riding on horseback, dressed in my female attire, through Edmonton, when a riderless steed galloped by me, and a little ahead I beheld a number of persons running to the assistance of a gentleman who had been thrown off. On reaching the spot, I instantaneously recognized in that individual my treacherous enemy, James Knight. He was senseless, and indeed, at the first glance I felt assured he was dead. Such proved to be the fact. He was borne into the house of a neighbouring surgeon, who pronounced life to be extinct, his skull having received a terrible fracture. I did not say at the time that I knew him, but when his person was searched to discover who he was, cards and letters were found upon him indicating both his name and address. On the following day I repaired to that address, being somewhat anxious to see Mrs. Knight and ascertain what her sentiments were in respect to the jewel business at Barcelona; for though I had recently been leading a life which might be supposed to render me but little scrupulous in such matters, yet I did not wish her to retain the impression that I had rewarded her kindness at Gomichbooks (Eo)