The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 1 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
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The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 1 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
What do I hear? said the squire, affecting astonishment at this
language; O, Heaven, what a reverse! Is this you, madam, and are
these your sentiments? Well-a-day! Since when are you so
compassionate and tender-hearted? Since, replied she significantly,
since you have lived in this house, or rather since you disapproved
my disdainful manners, and have labored to soften the acrimony of my
temper. But, alas! added she, in a melting mood, I have gone from
one extreme to the other. Proud and insensible as I was, I am become
too susceptible--too tender. I am enamoured of your young friend
Diego, and I cannot help myself; his absence, far from allaying my
ardor, only adds fuel to the fire. Is it possible, resumed the old
man, that a young fellow with neither face nor person should have
inspired so strong a passion? I could make allowance for your
feelings, if they had been set afloat by some nobleman of
distinguished merit.... Ah! Marcos, interrupted Mergelina, I am not
like the rest of my sex; or, rather, spite of your long experience,
your penetration is but shallow if you fancy merit to have much share
in our choice. Judging by myself, we all leap before we look. Love
is a mental derangement, forcibly drawing all our views and
attachments into one vortex--a species of hydrophobia. Have done
then with your hints that Diego is not worthy of my tenderness; that
he has it is enough to invest him with a thousand perfections too
ætherial for your gross sight, and perhaps too unsubstantial for any
but a lover's perception. In vain you disparage his features or his
stature; in my eyes he was created to undo, and encircled by the hand
of Nature with the glories of the opening day. Nay, more, there is a
thrilling sweetness in his voice; his touch on the guitar has the
taste of an amateur, and the execution of a professor. But, madam,
subjoined Marcos, do you consider who Diego is? The meanness of his
station.... My own is very little better, interrupted she again;
though were I of noble birth, it would make no difference in my
sensations.
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