FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   >>  
n old man of severe aspect held up his hand, and said: "Peace, unfeeling man--you bring your senseless ribaldry to the wrong market. Here are only lamentations, and mourning, and woe." "My good sir, one must live," said La Croisette. "And how? tell me that!" retorted the old man, indignantly. "They that fed delicately are desolate in the streets; they that were clad in scarlet are cast on dunghills; the tongue of the suckling child cleaves to the roof of its mouth for thirst; the young children ask for bread, and no man giveth unto them." Then, with a wail that was almost like a howl, he tore his hair and cried, "For this, for this mine eyes run down with water and mine eyelids take no rest. Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by?" "Jean, I cannot stand this," said La Croissette, as the old man hurried away. "All the people seem with broken hearts--it takes all spirit out of me. I cannot even hawk needles and pins among the starving--who would buy?" I could only say, "How dreadful is this place! The Lord seems to have forsaken his sanctuary." "Let us seek another place as soon as we can--" "You forget: I am to be met here by an agent of my father's at La Boule d'Or." "Ah, well, we will go thither." When we drove into the inn-yard, however, we could hear unruly voices in the house, and feared we might fall into bad company. A man immediately came up to us, and said to me, in a low voice: "Are you M. Jacques Bonneval?" "I am. Are you Antoine Leroux?" "Hist!--yes. There are ill-disposed people in the inn; you had better not go in-doors. Can you walk a little way?" "Yes." "Come with me, then." "I must bid my companion farewell." Turning to La Croissette, I took his hand in both mine, and pressed it fervently, saying: "My dear La Croissette, adieu. May God bless you in this world and the next. I wish I could make some return for your exceeding kindness, but, unfortunately, can give you nothing but my prayers." "Pray say nothing of it," said he, cordially. "Your prayers are the very thing I should like to have, for, unfortunately, I am not good at them myself. As I pass a Calvary by the roadside I pull off my hat, in token of respect, you know, for what it represents; and had I had a bringing up like yours I might have had as pretty a turn for psalmody; but as the matter stands, why, you will be Jacques Bonneval, and I Bartholome La Croissette to the end of the chapter. As for what
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   >>  



Top keywords:
Croissette
 

prayers

 

people

 
Jacques
 

Bonneval

 

chapter

 

voices

 

company

 

unruly

 

thither


immediately

 
feared
 

Leroux

 
Antoine
 
Calvary
 

roadside

 

kindness

 

cordially

 

pretty

 

psalmody


stands

 

matter

 

Bartholome

 

respect

 

represents

 
bringing
 

exceeding

 

return

 

companion

 

farewell


Turning

 

fervently

 
pressed
 

disposed

 

dunghills

 

tongue

 

suckling

 

scarlet

 

streets

 

desolate


cleaves
 
giveth
 

children

 

thirst

 

delicately

 
ribaldry
 

senseless

 
market
 
unfeeling
 

severe