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
With this disposition to be sociable, we soon got into conversation.
It was clear to me that I had fallen in with a character not to be
despised in point of shrewdness, nor indisposed to society and
merriment. He was four or five-and-twenty. My companion being on
foot, I slackened my pace, for the pleasure of chatting with him.
Among other things, we talked about Toledo. I am perfectly well
acquainted with that city, said the brazen-lunged torturer of
anthems. It was my residence for a considerable time, and my
connections there are not altogether contemptible. And in what part
of the town, interrupted I, did you reside? In the New Street, was
his answer. I was hand in glove with Don Vincent de Buena Garra, Don
Matthias de Cordello, and two or three other gentlemen of very
considerable fashion. We lived together, took our meals at the same
mess, and, in short, were scarcely ever asunder. It was a charming
society! This avowal was no small surprise to me, for it is to be
understood, that the gentlemen whose names he cited with so pompous
an air were the very sharpers with whom I had been affiliated at
Toledo. Why, thou degenerate vicar choral! exclaimed I, these fine
blades of whom thou hast been boasting are among the number of my
acquaintance also, for I too have lived with them in the New Street;
we were hand in glove, took our meals at the same mess, and, in
short, were scarcely ever asunder. You are a wag! replied he, with a
knowing wink; that is to say, you got into the gang three years ago,
when I left it. My motive for quitting such a worshipful fraternity,
resumed I, was an itch for travelling. I mean to make the tour of
Spain. A little more knowledge of the world will make me quite
another thing. Doubtless, said he, there is no possible way but
travelling to rub off the rust, or to bring wit, talent, and address
to perfection. It is for the self-same reason that I too turned my
back upon Toledo, though the time glided away there very agreeably.
But thanks to a kind providence, which has yoked me with a laborer in
my own vineyard, when I least expected it. Let us join our forces,
let us travel the same road, let us make a joint-stock of our
neighbors' purses, let us rob, let us cheat, let us avail ourselves
of every opportunity that may offer of exemplifying our theory, and
improving our practice, in the noble art on which our skill is
employed. The proposal was made in so candid a spirit, so like a
citizen of the world, untainted with the selfishness of your honest
men, that I closed in with it at once. My confidence was surrendered
at the first summons to the frankness with which he volunteered his
own. We spoke our free hearts each to the other. I dilated all my
pilgrimage, and he spake of most disastrous chances, of moving
accidents through which he had passed even from his boyish days to
this very moment of his ripe and rampant roguery. It appeared that
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