The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 2 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
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The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 2 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
My proceeding seemed to him to be of the drollest. What is the
matter, Signor Gil Blas? exclaimed he. Why all this fire and fury?
You are in a bantering mood, to all appearance. No, good master
shaver, answered I, no such thing; there never was anything more
serious since Cain killed Abel. I am determined to try the
experiment, whether as little preparation serves your turn in the
field of battle as in a lady's chamber. Hope not that you will be
suffered to possess without a rival that heaven of bliss in which you
have been indulging but this moment at the castle. By all the
martyrdoms we phlebotomizers have ever suffered or inflicted, replied
the surgeon, setting up a shout of laughter, this is a most whimsical
adventure. As heaven is my judge, appearances are very little to be
trusted. At this put off, fancying that he had no keener stomach for
cold iron than myself, I got to be ten times more overbearing. Teach
your parrot to speak better Spanish, my friend, interrupted I; do you
think we do not know a hawk from a hernshaw? Imagine not that the
simple denial of the fact will settle the business. I see plainly,
replied he, that I shall be obliged to speak out, or some mischief
must happen either to you or me. I shall therefore disclose a secret
to you, though men in our profession cannot be too much on the
reserve. If Dame Lorenza sends for me into her apartment under
suspicious circumstances, it is only to conceal from the servants the
knowledge of her malady. She has an incurable ulcer in her back,
which I come every evening to dress. This is the real occasion of
those visits which disturb your peace. Henceforward, rest assured
that you have her all to yourself. But if you are not satisfied with
this explanation, and are absolutely bent on a fencing match, you
have only to say so: I am not a man to turn my back upon a game at
sword play. With these words in his mouth, he drew his long rapier,
which made my heart jump into my throat, and stood upon his guard.
It is enough, said I, putting my sword up again in its scabbard; I am
not a wild beast, to turn a deaf ear to reason: after what you have
told me, there is no cause of enmity between us. Let us shake hands.
At this proposal, by which he found out that I was not such a devil
of a fellow as he had taken me for, he returned his weapon with a
laugh, met my advances to be reconciled, and we parted the best
friends in the world.
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