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
"However, you will say, he was all this while conscientiously expending
double-pistoles not very honestly acquired. To this I have no reply to
make than that he did what nine-tenths of the world are daily doing in
similar circumstances. He of course intended to make proper restitution
at some future time; that is, if he should chance to discover to whom
the doubloons belonged. In the meantime, tranquillizing himself with
the goodness of his intentions, he disposed of the money without
scruple, patiently awaiting this discovery, which nevertheless he made
before twelve months were over.
"About this time, it was reported in Salamanca that a citizen of that
town, one Ambrosio Piquillo, having gone to the neighbouring wood to
seek for a bag, filled with gold and silver coin, which he had there
deposited nearly a year before, had turned up only the earth in which
he had buried it, and that this misfortune had reduced the poor man to
beggary.
"I must say, in justice to Bahabon, that the secret reproaches of
his conscience were not made in vain. He ascertained the dwelling of
Ambrosio, whom he found in a wretched chamber whose entire furniture
consisted of a truckle-bed and a single chair. 'My friend,' said he
with admirable hypocrisy as he entered, 'I have heard the public report
of the cruel accident which has befallen you, and, charity obliging us
to aid one another according to our means, I have come to bring you a
trifling assistance; but I should like to hear from yourself the story
of your misfortune.'
"'Signor cavalier,' replied Piquillo, 'I will relate it to you in a few
words. I had the misfortune to have a son who robbed me. Discovering
his dishonesty, and fearing that he would help himself to a leathern
sack in which there were two hundred and fifty doubloons, I thought
I could not do better than bury them in the wood to which I had the
imprudence to take them. Since that unlucky day, my son has stripped me
of all else that I possessed, and he at last disappeared with a woman
whom he had carried off by force. Finding myself thus reduced by the
libertinage of my worthless child, or rather by my misplaced indulgence
for his faults, I determined on recourse to the leathern bag; but
alas! my only remaining means of subsistence had been cruelly carried
away.'
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