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
You are a happy man! said the corregidor. They are in the wrong to
suspect you of being a spy; that office is quite out of character for
a man like you. Take your own course, Don Bernard: continue to live
as you like. Far from disturbing your peace, I declare myself your
protector; I request your friendship, and pledge my own. Ah! sir,
exclaimed my master, thrilled with these kind expressions, I accept,
with equal joy and gratitude, your precious offer. In giving me your
friendship, you augment my wealth, and carry my happiness to its
height. After this conversation, which the alguazil and myself heard
from the closet-door, the corregidor took his leave of Don Bernard,
who could not do enough to express his sense of the obligation. On
my part, mimicking my master in doing the honors of the house, I
overburdened the alguazil with civilities. I made him a thousand low
bows, though I felt for him in my sleeve the contempt and hatred
which every honest man naturally entertains for an alguazil.
_CHAPTER II._
_THE ASTONISHMENT OF GIL BLAS AT MEETING CAPTAIN ROLANDO IN MADRID,
AND THAT ROBBER'S CURIOUS NARRATIVE._
Don Bernard de Castil Blazo, having attended the corregidor to the
street, returned in a hurry to fasten his strong-box, and all the
doors which secured it. We then went out, both of us well satisfied;
he at having acquired a friend in power, and myself at finding my six
rials a day secured to me. The desire of relating this adventure to
Melendez made me bend my steps towards his house; but, near my
journey's end, whom should I meet but Captain Rolando! My surprise
was extreme, and I could not help quaking at the sight of him. He
recollected me at once, accosted me gravely, and, still keeping up
his tone of superiority, ordered me to follow him. I tremblingly
obeyed, saying inwardly, Alas! he means, doubtless, to make me pay my
debts! Whither will he lead me? There may perhaps be some
subterraneous retreat in this city. Plague take it! If I thought
so, I would soon show him I have not got the gout. I walked
therefore behind him, carefully looking out where he might stop, with
the pious design of putting my best leg foremost, if there was
anything in the shape of a trap-door.
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