text:  There is nothing which quickens a man's movements like a depletion of the purse; and instead of lounging at my hotel until the morning paper brought me the scandals and pleasantries of the day before fresh for my breakfast-table I threw myself out of bed at an hour which I should not have ventured to mention to any man with whom I walked arm-in-arm during the day and made my way in a hackney coach to avoid the possibility of being recognised to the dwelling of my new patron or rather my guide and guardian angel