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
But the verb-grinder engendered in his noddle a most ingenious
device, by which to keep this troublesome young lordling in awe,
without trenching on his foolish father's injunctions. The scheme
was no other than to flog me whenever that scapegrace Leganez had
incurred the penalty of the rod, and this vicarious execution was
inflicted with the utmost rigor. My consent to the transfer had
never been asked, and there was nothing in the act itself to
recommend it; so that my only chance was to run away, and appeal to
my mother against so arbitrary a discipline. However her maternal
feelings might inwardly revolt, no trace of woman's weakness could be
detected in her manner of receiving my complaint. The Leganez
connection was too important to be lost for a few whippings; and away
went she, dragging her culprit into the presence of his tormentor,
who, by this act of hers, became master of broom field. Experience
had convinced him that the success of his invention corresponded with
its felicity. He therefore went on improving the mind and manners of
the little grandee at the expense of my skin. Remorse for his
delinquencies was to be excited only by sympathy; so that whenever it
became necessary to make a bloody example, my seat of vengeance was
firked most unmercifully. The running account between young Leganez
and me was all on one side, and scarcely a day passed but he sinned
on tick and suffered by attorney. By the nearest calculation of
whole numbers, there went somewhere about a hundred cuts to teach him
each single letter of the alphabet; so that if you multiply 100 by 24
for stupidity, and add a 0 to the amount for moral offences, you will
have the sum total of the belaboring that his education cost me.
This thick and threefold companionship with birch was not the only
rub; my path through this family was more beset with thorns than
sweetened by flowers. As my birth and connections were no secret,
the whole of the establishment, to the very refuse of the household,
the stable boys and scullions, twitted me with my shameful origin.
This stuck so terribly in my throat that I made my escape once more,
but not without borrowing my tutor's ready money, amounting to
upwards of a hundred and fifty ducats, for an indefinite period, and
without interest. Thus was the account settled between us; since he
had made a property of my hide for a scarecrow, it was but fair that
I should have a finger in the earnings of his arm. For a first
attempt at thieving both the plan and execution were hopeful. A hue
and cry was raised for two days; it was hot while it lasted, but I
lay snug, and they missed me. Madrid was no longer a fit
hiding-place; so I took to cover in Toledo, and the hounds were
thrown out.
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