The Adventures of Peregrine PickleSmollett, T. (Tobias)
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The Adventures of Peregrine Pickle
Smollett, T. (Tobias)
Adventure stories; Fiction; Picaresque literature
The painter was so much disordered by this sudden snap, which tortured
him to the bone, that, forgetting all other considerations, he roared
aloud, “Murder! a fire! a trap, a trap! help, Christians, for the love
of God, help!” Our hero, confounded by these exclamation, which he
knew would soon fill the room with spectators, and incensed at his own
mortifying disappointment, was obliged to quit the untasted banquet,
and, approaching the cause of his misfortune, just as his tormentor
had thought proper to release his finger, discharged such a hearty
slap between his shoulders, as brought him to the ground with hideous
bellowing; then, retiring unperceived to his own chamber, was one of the
first who returned with a light, on pretence of having been alarmed
with his cries. The Capuchin had taken the same precaution, and followed
Peregrine into the room, pronouncing benedicite, and crossing himself
with many marks of astonishment. The physician and Jolter appearing
at the same time, the unfortunate painter was found lying naked on the
floor, in all the agony of horror and dismay, blowing upon his left
hand, that hung dangling from the elbow. The circumstance of his being
found in that apartment, and the attitude of his affliction, which was
extremely ridiculous, provoked the doctor to a smile, and produced a
small relaxation in the severity of the governor's countenance; while
Pickle, testifying his surprise and concern, lifted him from the ground,
and inquired into the cause of his present situation.
Having, after some recollection, and fruitless endeavours to speak,
recovered the use of his tongue, he told them that the house was
certainly haunted by evil spirits, by which he had been conveyed, he
knew not how, into that apartment, and afflicted with all the tortures
of hell: that one of them had made itself sensible to his feeling, in
the shape of a round ball of smooth flesh, which turned round under his
hand, like an astronomer's globe; and then, rising up to a surprising
height, was converted into a machine that laid hold on his finger, by a
snap; and having pinned him to the spot, he continued for some moments
in unspeakable agony. At last, he said, the engine seemed to melt away
from his finger, and he received a sudden thwack upon his shoulders, as
if discharged by the arm of a giant, which overthrew him in an instant
upon the floor.
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