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
Child as I was, I knew better than to take the Toledo road; it would
have been exposing myself to the hazard of meeting friar Chrysostom,
who would have balanced accounts with me on a very thriftless
principle. I therefore travelled in another direction, leading to
the village of Galves, where I stopped at an inn kept by a landlady
who was a widow of forty, and hung out the bunch of grapes to a very
good purpose. This good woman no sooner kenned me, than, judging by
my dress that I must be a truant from the orphan school, she asked
who I was and whither I was going. I answered that, having lost my
father and mother, I was looking for a place. Can you read, my dear?
said she. I assured her that I could read, and write, too, with the
best of them. In point of fact I could just form my letters, and
join them so as to look a little like writing; and that was clerkship
enough for a village pothouse. Then I will take you into my service,
replied the hostess. You may earn your board easily enough by
scoring up the customers and keeping my ledger. I shall give you no
wages, because this inn is frequented by very genteel company, who
never forget the waiters. You may reckon upon very considerable
perquisites.
I clinched the bargain, reserving to myself, as you may suppose, the
right of emigration whenever my abode at Galves should cease to be
pleasant. No sooner was I settled in my place, than a weight lay
heavy on my mind. I did not wish it to be known that I had money;
and it was no easy matter to devise where it could be hidden, so as
that what was sauce for the goose should not be sauce for the gander.
I was not yet well enough acquainted with the house to trust the
places obviously most proper for such a deposit. What a source of
embarrassment is great wealth! I determined, however, on a corner of
our granary under some straw; and, believing it to be safer there
than anywhere else, made myself as easy about it as I well could.
The household consisted of three servants--a lubberly ostler, a young
Galician chambermaid, and myself. Each of us sponged what we could
upon travellers, whether on foot or on horseback. I always came in
for some small change, when the bill was paid. Then the equestrians
gave something to the ostler, for taking care of their beasts; but as
for our female fellow-servant, the muleteers who passed that way
chucked her under the chin, and gave her more crowns than we got
farthings. I had no sooner realized a penny, than away it went to
the granary, and slept with its precursors; so that the higher rose
my heap, the more greedy did my little heart become. Sometimes would
I kiss the hallowed images of my idolatry, and look at them with a
devotional glow which few worshippers feel but those whose religion
is their gold.
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