The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 3 (of 3) — John Shaqi
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
the other, had crowned the perfections of Cogollos with wit and
valor. He was a man, whose like, take him for all in all, we might
not soon look upon again.
If this fine fellow was mightily to my taste, it was my good luck not
to be altogether offensive to him. He no longer sang at night for
fear of annoying me, though I begged him by no means to restrain his
inclinations on my account. A bond of union is soon formed between
brethren in misfortune. A close friendship succeeded to mere
acquaintance, and strengthened from day to day. The liberty of
uninterrupted intercourse contributed greatly to our mutual support;
our burden became lighter by division.
One day after dinner I went into his room, just as he was tuning his
guitar. To hear him more at my ease, I sat down on the only stool;
while he, reclining on his bed, played a pathetic air, and sang to it
a ditty, expressing the despair of a lover and the cruelty of his
mistress. When he had finished, I said to him with a smile, Sir
knight, such strains as these could never be applicable to your own
successes with the fair. You were not made to cope with female
repulse. You think too well of me, answered he. The verses you have
just heard were composed to fit my own case--to soften a heart of
adamant. You must hear my story, and in my story, my distresses.
_CHAPTER VI._
_HISTORY OF DON GASTON DE COGOLLOS AND DONNA HELENA DE GALISTEO._
It will be very soon four years since I left Madrid to go and see my
aunt Donna Eleonora de Laxarilla at Coria: she is one of the richest
dowagers in Old Castile, with myself for her only heir. Scarcely had
I got within her doors, when love invaded my repose. The windows of
my room faced the lattice of a lady living opposite; but the street
was narrow, and her blinds pervious to the eye. It was an
opportunity too delicious to be lost, and I found my neighbor so
lovely that my heart was captivated. The subject of my sentry-watch
could not be mistaken. She marked it well; but she was not a girl to
glory in the detection, still less to encourage my fooleries.
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