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
While Siffredi's daughter was giving way to her grief, the constable
was hunting in his own mind for the causes which might render the
nuptial office so contemptible a sinecure in his hands. He could not
be long in conjecturing that he had a rival, but when he attempted to
discover him he was lost in the labyrinth of his own ideas. All he
knew with certainty was the peculiar severity of his own fate. He
had already passed two thirds of the night in this perplexity of
thought, when an undistinguishable noise grew gradually on his sense
of hearing. Great was his surprise when a footstep seemed audibly to
pace about the room. He fancied himself mistaken, for he recollected
shutting the door himself after Blanche's women had retired. He drew
back the curtain to satisfy his senses on the occasion of this
extraordinary noise. But the light in the chimney corner had gone
out, and he soon heard a feeble and melancholy voice calling Blanche
with anxious and importunate repetitions. Then did the suggestions
of his jealousy transport him into rage. His insulted honor obliging
him to rush from the bed to which he had so long aspired, and either
to prevent a meditated injury, or take vengeance for its
perpetration, he caught up his sword and flew forward in the
direction whence the voice seemed to proceed. He felt a naked blade
opposed to his own. As he advanced, his antagonist retired. The
pursuit became more eager, the retreat more precipitate. His search
was vigilant, and every corner of the room seemed to contain its
object but that which he momentarily occupied. The darkness,
however, favored the unknown invader, and he was nowhere to be found.
The pursuer halted. He listened, but heard no sound. It seemed like
enchantment! He made for the door, under the idea that this was the
outlet to the secret assassin of his honor, yet the bolt was shut as
fast as before. Unable to comprehend this strange occurrence, he
called those of his retinue who were most within reach of his voice.
As he opened the door for this purpose, he placed himself so as to
prevent all egress, and stood upon his guard, lest the devoted victim
of his search should escape.
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