The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 3 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
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The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 3 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
Though I had not then completed my ninth year, I already felt the
pleasure of being free, and master of my own actions. I was without
money and without food: no matter! I had no lessons to say by heart,
no themes to hammer out. After having pushed on for two hours, my
little legs began to refuse their office. I had never before made so
long a trip. It became necessary to stop and take some rest. I sat
myself down at the foot of a tree close by the highway; there, by way
of amusement, I took my grammar out of my pocket, and began conning
it over by way of a joke: but at length, coming to recollect the raps
on the knuckles, and the castigations on the more classical seat of
punishment which it had cost me, I tore it leaf by leaf with an
apostrophe of angry import. Ah! you odious thing of a book! you
shall never make me shed tears any more. While I was assuaging my
vindictive spirit by strewing the ground about me with declensions
and conjugations, there passed that way a hermit with a white beard,
with a large pair of spectacles on his nose, and altogether an
outside of much sanctity. He came up to me; and, if I was an object
of speculation to him, he was no less so to me. My little man, said
he with a smile, it should seem as if we had both taken a sudden
liking to each other; and in that case we cannot do better than to
live together in my hermitage, which is not two hundred yards
distant. Your most obedient for that, answered I, pertly enough; I
have not the least desire to turn hermit. At this answer, the good
old man set up a roar of laughter, and said with a kind embrace, You
must not be frightened at my dress; if it is not becoming, it is
useful; it gives me my title to a charming retreat, and to the
good-will of the neighboring villages, whose inhabitants love, or
rather idolize me. Come this way, and I will clothe you in a jacket
of the same stuff as mine. If you think well of it, you shall share
with me the pleasures of the life I lead; and, if it does not hit
your fancy, you shall not only be at liberty to leave me, but you may
depend on it that in the event of our parting, I shall not fail to do
something handsome by you.
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