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
all sorts of dirty and indecent tricks before them with impunity;
every thing was excusable in so fine a boy: an angel could not do
wrong. Going on in this manner, I was already in my twelfth year
without ever having a master. It was high time; but then he was to
teach me by fair means: he might threaten, but must not flog me.
This arrangement did me but little good; for sometimes I laughed when
my tutor scolded: at others, I ran with tears in my eyes to my mother
or my grandfather, and complained that he had used me ill. The poor
devil got nothing by denying it. My word was always taken before
his, and he came off with the character of a cruel rascal. One day I
scratched myself with my own nails, and set up a howl as if I had
been flogged. My mother ran, and turned the master out of doors,
though he vowed and protested he had never lifted a finger against me.
Thus did I get rid of all my tutors, till at last I met with one to
my mind. He was a bachelor of Alcala. This was the master for a
young man of fashion. Women, wine, and gaming were his principal
amusements. It was impossible to be in better hands. He hit the
right nail on the head: for he let me do what I pleased, and thus got
into the good graces of the family, who abandoned me to his conduct.
They had no reason to repent. He perfected me betimes in the
knowledge of the world. By dint of taking me about to all his
haunts, he gave such a finish to my education, that barring
literature and science, I became a universal scholar. As soon as he
saw that I could go alone in the high road to ruin he went to qualify
others for the same journey.
During my childhood I had lived at home just as I liked, and did not
sufficiently consider, that now I was beginning to be responsible for
my own actions. My father and mother were a standing jest. Yet they
were themselves thrown into convulsions at my sallies; and the more
ridiculous they were made by them, the more waggish they thought me.
In the mean time I got into all manner of scrapes with some young
fellows of my own kidney; and, as our relations kept us rather too
short of cash for the exigencies of so loose a life, we each of us
made free with whatever we could lay our hands on in our own
families. Finding this would not raise the supplies, we began to
pick pockets in the streets at night. As ill luck would have it, our
exploits came to the knowledge of the police. A warrant was out
against us; but some good-natured friend, thinking it a pity we
should be nipped in the bud, gave us a caution. We took to our
heels, and rose in our vocation to the rank of highwaymen. From that
time forth, gentlemen, with a blessing on my endeavors, I have gone
on till I am almost the father of the profession, in spite of the
dangers to which it is exposed.
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