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
This magistrate collected together three companies, to lay
hold of us, and the peasant showed them the way.
My arrival in the town of Leon was as good as that of a wild beast to
the inhabitants. Even though I had been a Portuguese general, made
prisoner of war, the people could not have been more anxious to see
me. There he goes! was the cry: that is he, the famous captain, the
terror of these parts! It would serve him right to tear him,
piecemeal, with pincers, and make his comrades join in the chorus.
To the corregidor! was the universal cry; and his worship began
insulting me. So, so! said he, scoundrel as you are, the powers of
justice, worn to a thread with your past irregularities, hand over
the task of punishment to me, as their delegate. Sir, answered I,
great as my crimes may have been, at least, the death of your only
son is not to be laid at my door. His life was saved by me; you owe
me some acknowledgment on that score. O! wretch, exclaimed he, there
are no measures to be kept with people of your description. And,
though it were my wish to save you, my sacred office would not allow
me to indulge my feelings. Having spoken to this effect, he
committed us to a dungeon, where my companions had no time to lament
their hard fate. They got out of confinement, at the end of three
days, to expatiate, with tragic energy, at the place of execution.
For my part, I took up my quarters in limbo, for three complete
weeks. My punishment, seemingly, was deferred, only to render it
more terrible; and I was looking out for some refinement on the
ordinary course of criminal justice, when the corregidor, having
summoned me before him, said, Give ear to your sentence. You are
free. Had it not been for you, my only son would have been
assassinated on the highway. As a father, my gratitude was due for
this service; but not being competent to acquit you in my capacity of
a magistrate, I have written up to court in your favor; have
solicited your pardon, and have obtained it. Go, then, whithersoever
it may seem good to you. But take my advice; profit by this lucky
escape. Look to your paths, and give up the trade of a highwayman
for good and all.
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