For William Penington, a brother of Isaac Penington's, a Friend and
merchant in London, at whose house, before I came to live in the
city, I was wont to lodge, having been at his brother's that day
upon a visit, escaped this storm, and so was at liberty; and
understanding when he came back what had been done, bethought
himself of me, and upon inquiry hearing where I was, came in love to
see me.
He in discourse, amongst other things, asked me how it was with me
as to money, and how well I was furnished: I told him I could not
boast of much, and yet I could not say I had none; though what I
then had was indeed next to none. Whereupon he put twenty shillings
into my hand, and desired me to accept of that for the present. I
saw a Divine hand in thus opening his heart and hand in this manner
to me; and though I would willingly have been excused from taking so
much, and would have returned one half of it, yet he pressing it all
upon me, I received it with a thankful acknowledgment as a token of
love from the Lord and from him.
On the seventh day he went down again, as he usually did, to his
brother's house at Chalfont, and in discourse gave them an account
of my imprisonment.
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