Languages & literature > Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane > Volume 1

fifteen, put this wallet upon my Ihoulders, »
girding me with a long fword, faid, “ Go, Dies
thou art now in a condition to gain a livelihoU
go and fee the world : thou haft occafion ft] f
little travelling, to rub thee up, and make tU
perfedt in thy bufinefs. March, and don’t f
turn to Olmedo, before thou haft made a touif
Spain. Let me not hear from thee until this i
performed.” At thefe words, he embraced ; t
very affedlionately, and turned me out of door t
Such was the behaviour of my father at pat
ing with me. But my mother, whofe mann d; .
were not quite fo rough, feemed more affected
this occafion : fire let fall fome tears, and ev s..
flipped a ducat privately into my hand.
quitted Olmedo, and took the road toSegovils
of which, however, I had not walked above t’1
hundred paces, when I flopped to examine r fe
knapfack, being defirous of feeing what it cc t
tained, and of knowing precifety the extent £:■
my pofiefiion. I found a cafe and two razors^ r:
much wore, that they feemed to have fliavl te
two generations, with a thong of leather to \ ft
them, and a lump of foap : befides, there wras ft
canvas fliirt quite new, an old pair of my fathe; x,
fhoes, and, what gave me more pleafure than ; ft
the reft, twenty rials wrapped in a linen raj i
This was my whole fortune, by which you mg s
conclude, that Mafter Nicholas the barber relfi ft
a good deal on my fkill, fince he font me away ! I
pooidy provided. Neverthelefs, the pofieifion \ t
a ducat and twenty rials did not fail to charm t
young fellow like me, who had never befoji
been mafter of coin. I believed my funds we: i
inexhauftable, and continued my journey in |
tranfpoit of joy, admiring every moment tl|S