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Take off your shoes.”\r\n\r\n“Am I to steal from here to Paris on my stocking-feet?” said Israel,\r\nwhose late easy good living at White Waltham had not failed to bring\r\nout the good-natured and mirthful part of him, even as his prior\r\nexperiences had produced, for the most part, something like a contrary\r\nresult.\r\n\r\n“Oh, no,” smiled Horne Tooke, who always lived well, “we have\r\nseven-league-boots for you. Don’t you remember my measuring you?”\r\n\r\nHereupon going to the closet, the Squire brought out a pair of new\r\nboots. They were fitted with false heels. Unscrewing these, the Squire\r\nshowed Israel the papers concealed beneath. They were of a fine tissuey\r\nfibre, and contained much writing in a very small compass. The boots,\r\nit need hardly be said, had been particularly made for the occasion.\r\n\r\n“Walk across the room with them,” said the Squire, when Israel had\r\npulled them on.\r\n\r\n“He’ll surely be discovered,” smiled Horne Tooke. “Hark how he creaks.”\r\n\r\n“Come, come, it’s too serious a matter for joking,” said the Squire.\r\n“Now, my fine fellow, be cautious, be sober, be vigilant, and above all\r\nthings be speedy.”\r\n\r\nBeing furnished now with all requisite directions, and a supply of\r\nmoney, Israel, taking leave of Mr. Tooke and Mr. Bridges, was secretly\r\nconducted down stairs by the Squire, and in five minutes’ time was on\r\nhis way to Charing Cross in London, where taking the post-coach for\r\nDover, he thence went in a packet to Calais, and in fifteen minutes\r\nafter landing, was being wheeled over French soil towards Paris. He\r\narrived there in safety, and freely declaring himself an American, the\r\npeculiarly friendly relations of the two nations at that period,\r\nprocured him kindly attentions even from strangers.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nCHAPTER VII.\r\nAFTER A CURIOUS ADVENTURE UPON THE PONT NEUF, ISRAEL ENTERS THE\r\nPRESENCE OF THE RENOWNED SAGE, DR. FRANKLIN, WHOM HE FINDS RIGHT\r\nLEARNEDLY AND MULTIFARIOUSLY EMPLOYED.\r\n\r\n\r\nFollowing the directions given him at the place where the diligence\r\nstopped, Israel was crossing the Pont Neuf, to find Doctor Franklin,\r\nwhen he was suddenly called to by a man standing on one side of the\r\nbridge, just under the equestrian statue of Henry IV.—The man had a\r\nsmall, shabby-looking box before him on the ground, with a box of\r\nblacking on one side of it, and several shoe-brushes upon the other.\r\nHolding another brush in his hand, he politely seconded his verbal\r\ninvitation by gracefully flourishing the brush in the air.\r\n\r\n“What do you want of me, neighbor?” said Israel, pausing in somewhat\r\nuneasy astonishment.\r\n\r\n“Ah, Monsieur,” exclaimed the man, and with voluble politeness he ran\r\non with a long string of French, which of course was all Greek to poor\r\nIsrael. But what his language failed to convey, his gestures now made\r\nvery plain. Pointing to the wet muddy state of the bridge, splashed by\r\na recent rain, and then to the feet of the wayfarer, and lastly to the\r\nbrush in his hand, he appeared to be deeply regretting that a gentleman\r\nof Israel’s otherwise imposing appearance should be seen abroad with\r\nunpolished boots, offering at the same time to remove their blemishes.\r\n\r\n“Ah, Monsieur, Monsieur,” cried the man, at last running up to Israel.\r\nAnd with tender violence he forced him towards the box, and lifting\r\nthis unwilling customer’s right foot thereon, was proceeding vigorously\r\nto work, when suddenly illuminated by a dreadful suspicion, Israel,\r\nfetching the box a terrible kick, took to his false heels and ran like\r\nmad over the bridge.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJHFMFJW3QNPRWK5HSTKQ","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1DKC9HHJRKY25JZBEXW","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKGYX6P4X4Y6T7752H8QR","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AKGZ2NGCPS0WDMEWH8PNA","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:07.132Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:13.962Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}