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
There was a large and deep grotto which time had worn away into the
heart of the rock; and the hand of man had added a rude front built
of pebbles and shell-work, covered all over with turf. The adjacent
grounds were strewed with a thousand sorts of flowers, which
scattered their perfume; and one was pleased to see, hard by the
grotto, a small fissure in the mountain, whence a spring rippled with
a tinkling noise, and poured its pellucid stream along the meadow.
At the entrance of this solitary abode stood a venerable hermit,
seemingly weighed down with years. He supported himself with one
hand upon a staff, and held a rosary of large beads with the other,
composed of at least twenty rows. His head was almost lost in a
brown woollen cap with long ears; and his beard, whiter than snow,
swept down in aged majesty to his waist. We advanced towards him.
Father, said I, is it your pleasure to allow us shelter from the
threatening storm? Come in, my sons, replied the hermit, after
examining me attentively; this hermitage is at your service, to
occupy it during pleasure. As for your horse, added he, pointing to
the court-yard of his mansion, he will be very well off there. My
companion disposed of the animal accordingly, and we followed the old
man into the grotto.
No sooner had we got in than a heavy rain fell, with a terrific storm
of thunder and lightning. The hermit threw himself upon his knees
before a consecrated image, fastened to the wall, and we followed the
example of our host. Our devotions ceased with the subsiding of the
storm; but as the rain continued, though with diminished violence,
and night was not far distant, the old man said to us, My sons, you
had better not pursue your journey in such weather, unless your
affairs are pressing. We answered with one consent, that we had
nothing to hinder us from staying there, but the fear of incommoding
him; but that if there was room for us in the hermitage, we would
thank him for a night's lodging. You may have it without
inconvenience, answered the hermit, at least the inconvenience will
be all your own. Your accommodation will be rough, and your meal
such as a recluse has to offer.
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