Moll keeps a secret “Bank of Money” throughout most of Moll Flanders, and it symbolizes security and Moll’s ability to care for herself. The bank of money shrinks and grows during Moll’s long life, and it keeps her from starving and having to work as a servant. Moll’s bank is closely associated with sex, and it begins to build during her relationship with the older brother, who gives Moll money before they have sex. When the older brother leaves Moll, he pays her £500 for her virtue, and Moll has a significant amount of her own money for the first time. When Moll’s marriages and affairs fail, she stops each time to take stock of her bank, which is sometimes modest, and sometimes nearly dry. After Moll’s fifth and final husband, the banker, dies, Moll has less than £200 in her bank. She lives on her money until it runs out, and when Moll is faced with starvation, she turns to a life of crime. She works as a pickpocket, a shoplifter, and a prostitute, and her bank quickly expands to include over £700 and various items of value. When Moll is arrested and sentenced to transportation to the American colonies, she brings her bank with her, but she leaves £300 with the midwife in London. Moll goes to Virginia with her fourth and favorite husband, James, where they build a happy and prosperous life after buying their freedom. Safe and secure in her life with James, Moll no longer fears homelessness or starvation, and she sends for the midwife to spend her remaining bank on supplies for the plantation Moll shares with James. In her happiness and newfound wealth, Moll is finally secure enough to let her bank go and set aside her criminal past for good, suggesting that wealth brings not only material security but also emotional freedom and the ability to live a moral life.
Moll’s Bank of Money Quotes in Moll Flanders
My Colour came and went, at the Sight of the Purse, and with the fire of his Proposal together; so that I could not say a Word, and he easily perceiv’d it; so putting the Purse into my Bosom, I made no more Resistance to him, but let him do just what he pleas’d; and as often as he pleas’d; and thus I finish’d my own Destruction at once, for from this Day, being forsaken of my Virtue, and my Modesty, I had nothing of Value left to recommend me, either to God’s Blessing, or Man’s Assistance.