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
This hangman of a muleteer, perceiving with what exquisite
satisfaction I took in all this, went on tantalizing me with the joys
of an ecclesiastical life. He never dropped the subject till we got
to the village of Obisa, and stopped there to refresh our mules.
Then, while bustling about the inn, he accidentally dropped a paper
from his pocket, which I was cunning enough to pick up without his
seeing me, and took an opportunity of reading while he was in the
stable. It was a letter addressed to the governors and
superintendents of the orphan school, conceived in these terms:--
"Gentlemen: I consider it as an act at once of charity and of duty to
send you back a little truant; he seems a shrewd lad enough, and may
do very well with good looking after. By dint of hard and frequent
chastisement, I doubt not but you will ultimately bring him to a
sense of his own unworthiness and your benevolence. May a blessing
be vouchsafed on your pious and charitable labors for the early
extirpation of sin and wickedness!
(Signed) "THE MINISTER OF GALVES."
When I had finished reading this pleasant letter, which let me into
the good intentions of his reverence the rector, it required little
deliberation to determine what I was to do: from the inn to the banks
of the Tagus, a space of three good miles, was but a hop, step, and
jump. Fear lent me wings to escape from the governors of the
foundling hospital, whither I was absolutely resolved never to
return, having formed principles of taste diametrically opposite to
their method of teaching the classics. I went into Toledo with as
light a heart as if I had known where to get my daily bread. To be
sure, it is a town of ways and means, where a man who can live by his
wits need never die of hunger. Scarcely had I reached the high
street, when a well-dressed gentleman, by whom I brushed, caught me
by the arm, saying, My little fellow, do you want a place? You are
just such a smart lad as I was looking for. And you are just the
master for my money, answered I. Since that is the case, rejoined
he, you are mine from this moment, and have only to follow me, which
I did without asking any more questions.
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