Our host had time enough to recover his temper before this long story
was finished; and judging that he had been alarmed without cause, he
thought proper to commence playing another character, and interrupted
the muleteer every moment, while his story was telling, by--_Holy
Virgin! Great God of Heaven!_ and other such exclamations, which made
the house to ring again, and which were accompanied by the most
hypocritical grimaces. “May God punish,” said he, when the muleteer had
done speaking, “all who do not perform their duty!” As his duty was to
thieve, and he could not be accused of neglecting it, he did not appear
to consider himself at all concerned in this imprecation. After this he
continued silent for some time, walking up and down the room; but
suddenly breaking forth with a thundering voice, “How is it possible,”
cried he, “that the earth hath not yet opened itself to swallow up that
house, and the wretched woman that keeps it? I have never met with any
traveller yet but complained both of her and her provisions: not a
passenger goes out of her doors but curses her, and makes oath never to
stop at her inn again. If the officers of justice, whose duty it is to
put a stop to her practices, suffer her to go on without notice, they
know very well what they are about. Good God! in what times do we live!”
Here this honest man sighed deeply and kept silent, to give us to
understand that he thought more than he chose to say, and I was in hopes
that he would not have annoyed us any longer in this manner; but I was
much mistaken. He went on again more violently than before upon the old
woman’s knavery, in an harangue which occupied a long half hour; after
which, he finished by saying, “I return a thousand thanks to Heaven,
that I bear no resemblance to that cursed old hag, and that I am a man
of probity and honour, that I may hold up my head in any part of the
world, without fearing the least reproach from any man. Poor as I am,
nothing of that sort goes on in my house; every thing, thank God, is
here sold for what it really is, and not a cat for a hare, nor a sheep
for a lamb. Let no one give up his mind to cheating others, for he only
cheats himself in the end. He who deals ill must expect ill treatment in
return.”
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