What abominable injustice! All the beggars of our town were always
kindly treated by us; they even had their days, like society ladies,
and Zeeze Million, who was crazy, and that drunkard Yes-Yes received
a regular allowance at our door. Then why not give these honourable
acrobats a chance to explain? Aunt Deen, always so charitable and
ready to help, was turning them out with harsh words merely because
they were strangers!
Thus ignominiously ordered out, they rebelled, and poured invectives
upon their persecutor, who, I must admit, was not mute.
An infernal uproar arose. The rope dancer yelled, beating her sides.
At last I resolved to intervene in behalf of my friends, Nazzarena’s
friends. Suddenly, at the very moment when I was about to quit my
post of observation to fly to the fray, my father, no doubt drawn by
the uproar, appeared upon the scene. Without so much as opening his
lips, with a single gesture--but how unanswerable!--he pointed to the
entrance. And the whole roaring troop retreated, crowding between the
two pillars that supported the gate, and fled, immediately and most
astonishingly.
I was furious at so sudden and complete a rout. Since it was thus,
I, by myself alone, would resist that authority which no one ever
dared to brave. All my new-found enthusiasm again sweeping over me, I
rushed to the stairs, flew down four steps at a time at the risk of
_carabossing_ myself, to overtake my beloved.
“Where are you going?” asked father, still at his post, and barring my
way.
I was silent. My enthusiasm was already falling flat.
“Go back at once,” he went on. “I forbid you to go out.”
Unhesitatingly, but swelling with wrath, I went upstairs, gnawing my
fists with rage. Was no one to resist him, then? I, too, like those
others, had been immediately vanquished, overthrown, petrified, merely
by having faced him. People think it is easy to revolt against the
powers that be: I had just learned that that depends upon the character
of the government. Again and again I went over Martinod’s insinuations.
How true they were! _He_ understood; _he_ was a true friend!
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