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[Loats T. <unp...@se...>]

 of honour and humanity. Indeed, I was at first sight prepossessed in
your favour, for, notwithstanding the mistakes which men daily commit in
judging from appearances, there is something in the physiognomy of a
stranger from which one cannot help forming an opinion of his character
and disposition. For once, my penetration hath not failed me; your
behaviour justifies my decision; you have treated me with that sympathy
and respect which none but the generous will pay to the unfortunate. I
have trusted you accordingly. I have put my life, my honour, in your
power; and I must beg leave to depend upon your friendship, for
obtaining that satisfaction for which alone I seek to live. Your
employment engages you in the gay world; you daily mingle with the
societies of men; the domestics of the Spanish ambassador will not shun
your acquaintance; you may frequent the coffee-houses to which they
resort; and, in the course of these occasions, unsuspected inform
yourself of that mysterious charge which lies heavy on the fame of the
unfortunate Don Diego. I must likewise implore your assistance in
converting my jewels into money, that I may breathe independent of man,
until Heaven shall permit me to finish this weary pilgrimage of life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN A FLAGRANT INSTANCE OF FATHOM'S VIRTUE, IN THE
MANNER OF HIS RETREAT TO ENGLAND. Fathom, who had lent an attentive ear
to every circumstance of this disastrous story, no sooner heard it
concluded, than, with an aspect of generous and cordial compassion, not
even unattended with tears, he condoled the lamentable fate of Don Diego
de Zelos, deplored the untimely death of the gentle Antonia and the fair
Serafina, and undertook the interest of the wretched Castilian with such
warmth of sympathising zeal, as drew a flood from his eyes, while he
wrung his benefactor's hand in a transport of gratitude. Those were
literally tears of joy, or at lea