Asmodeus; or, The Devil on Two SticksLe Sage, Alain René
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Asmodeus; or, The Devil on Two Sticks
Le Sage, Alain René
Devil -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English; Good and evil -- Fiction; Madrid (Spain) -- Fiction
"With a thousand ducats in his possession, and a disposition fitted
to get rid of them, it was not long before he was the talk of the
town. The young men, without exception, were eager to cultivate his
friendship; the strife, was who were to be included in the joyous
parties which Don Pablos gave every day. I say Don Pablos, because
he had assumed the Don, that he might live on equal terms with the
students whose nobility would otherwise have demanded a formality in
his intercourse with them, anything but pleasant. So well did he love
gaiety and the good things of this world, and so badly did he manage
the only thing which can always command them,--his purse, that at the
end of fifteen months he found it one morning empty. He contrived,
however, to get on for some time longer, partly by credit and partly by
borrowing; but he soon found that these are resources which speedily
fail when a man has no other.
"This having come to pass, his friends perceiving that their visits
were anything but agreeable,--to themselves, they ceased to call; and
his creditors commenced paying him their respects, with an assiduity
which was anything but delightful to poor Don Pablos. For although he
assured the latter that he was in daily expectation of receiving bills
of exchange from his relations, there were some who were uncivil enough
to decline waiting their arrival; and they were so sharp in their legal
proceedings that our hero was on the point of finishing his studies in
jail, when one day he met an acquaintance while walking on the banks
of the Tormes, who said to him: 'Signor Don Pablos, beware! I warn you
that an alguazil and his archers are on the look-out for you, and they
intend to pay you the honour of a guard on your return to the city.'
"Bahabon, alarmed at this intended public attention to his person,
which suited so ill to the state of his private affairs, resolved to
shun this demonstration of respect, and instantly took to flight and
the road to Corita. In his anxiety for privacy, he had not walked far
before he turned off to plunge into a neighbouring wood, in which he
resolved to conceal himself until night should lend her friendly shades
to enable him to travel more secure from observation. It was at that
season of the year when the trees are decked in their proudest apparel,
and he therefore chose the best dressed in the forest, that it might
spare a covering for him: into this he mounted, and arranged himself
upon a branch whose wavy ornaments shrouded him from sight.
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