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
Our march was continued the whole night, and we began to chafe and
feel other inconveniences, when at daybreak we hailed the wood where
our toils were to end. Sailors after a long voyage work the ship
with double alacrity at the sight of their native land. So it was
with us; we pushed forward, and got to our journey's end by sunrise.
Dashing into the thickest of the wood, we pitched upon a retired and
pleasant spot, where the turf was circled in by tall and branching
oaks, whose gigantic limbs, interwoven over our heads, formed a
natural vault, not to be penetrated even by noon-day heat. We took
the bridle off the horse to let him feed after he was unloaded. Then
down we sat, pulling out of brother Antony's wallet some large pieces
of bread and good substantial slices of roast meat, at which we began
pegging with all possible pertinacity. Nevertheless, let our
appetites be as obstinate as they might, we every now and then
suspended the fray to spar a little with the flagon, which returned
our blows till it made us reel again.
About the end of the conflict, Don Raphael said to Don Alphonso, My
brave comrade, after the confidence you have reposed in me, it is but
fair that in my turn I should recount the history of my life to you
with the same sincerity. You will do me a great favor, answered the
young man. And an equal one to me, chimed in I. My curiosity is all
alive, to know your adventures, for doubtless they must afford much
matter of useful speculation. You may rest assured of that, replied
Don Raphael; and I mean to leave behind me a history of my own times.
The composition shall be the amusement of my old age, for I am as yet
in the prime of life, and mean to furnish in propriâ personâ, many
new hints for my commonplace-book. But we are all weary; let us
recruit with some hours of sleep. While we three lie down, Ambrose
shall keep watch for fear of a surprise, and shall then take a nap in
his turn. For though, to all appearance, we are here in perfect
safety, it is always good to keep a sentry at the outposts. After
this precaution he stretched himself along upon the grass. Don
Alphonso did the same. I followed their example, and Lamela
performed the office of a scout.
Don Alphonso, so far from getting any rest, was incessantly brooding
over his misfortunes, and I could not get a wink of sleep. As for
Don Raphael, he snored most sonorously. But he awoke in little more
than an hour, when, finding us in a listening mood, he said to
Lamela, My friend Ambrose, you may now yield to the gentle influence
of Morpheus. No, no, answered Lamela, my sleepy fit is over; and
though I know all the passages of your life by rote, they are so
instructive to the practitioners of our art and mystery, that I do
not care how often I hear the tale over again. Without further
preface, Don Raphael began the narrative of his adventures in these
terms.
BOOK THE FIFTH.
_CHAPTER I._
_HISTORY OF DON RAPHAEL._
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