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"Better a Jew than a thieving renegade," says I. "That is my answer to you. Go in peace."<br />
He said, "As you will," and turned to his affairs. I left the hospital with the benevolent Jew, whose name was Issachar.<br />
CHAPTER VIII. <strong>THE</strong> PEDLAR OF CRUCIFIXES<br />
Issacher, as well as being a cheerful, loquacious fellow and of ready wits, was so exceedingly kind as to support my weight<br />
upon his sparer frame. My arm was heavy, I am sure, upon his neck, as his was certainly tight about my middle; but he uttered<br />
no complaints, indeed there was no room for them in the voluble series of his comments, confessions, promises and inquiries.<br />
He said, as we made our painful way down the single street of Rovigo, "My dear friend, you and I have both failed in our<br />
enterprise, and for much the same reason; but really you must be a novice at the trade if you expect to get a free lodging with a<br />
pocketful of gold about you. Confess that my invention of your wager was as happy as it was apt. Done in a flash—on the<br />
wings of the moment as they spread for a flight—but that is my way—I am like that. The lodging of my key, however, was a<br />
folly of a sort I am never likely to commit again. Another time I will swallow it. It was indolence on my part—my besetting<br />
weakness—a child of a whim! Having bestowed my goods, what but that hindered me from likewise bestowing the key? I am<br />
vexed with myself, but I expected more company. Who was to know there would be time for so much examination? But now,<br />
sir, let me see how I can serve you. An inn? A meal? A decent bed? Medicaments? All these you can have for a turn of your<br />
pretty golden key."<br />
I thanked him for his services, but he would not hear a word of them. Helping me through the town, he took me to a small inn<br />
outside the gate, saw me put to bed, brought me a good broth, some wine and bread, and left me to my meditations while he<br />
went for a doctor. The thorn was extracted, poultices applied; I was given a soothing medicine, fell asleep and slept heavily.<br />
In the morning I found him by my side. After asking how I did, and satisfying himself, by examination, that my feet were<br />
recovering, he said that he wished to serve me without being indiscreet. "What your private purposes may be," he said, "I<br />
neither know nor seek to inquire. It is plain that you are a gentleman of some simplicity, or of a subtlety far too fine for my eyes<br />
of every day. Whichever you may be, I admire. If you are candid in calling yourself a pilgrim I appreciate your candour. If you<br />
are not, I appreciate even more your discretion. But you will still let me observe that for a young gentleman of personal<br />
attractions to walk half naked through an inquisitive nation, and to give oracular replies to questions put him by officials (to say<br />
the least of it) is to excite remark. I have some recommendations to make, which I hope you'll pardon—as first, stockings;<br />
second, a pair of stout walking-shoes; third, a hat; fourthly, some apparent calling beside that of penitent. Penitence is a trade<br />
open to many objections; but for those, I am sure I should have tried it myself. Of what, for instance, do you repent? Is it<br />
murder? Is it coin-clipping? Is it—but I spare your blushes. Besides, it can always be objected that, as there is nothing to hinder<br />
your penitent fishmonger from trading in fish and being truly contrite at the same time, so also your honour has the same privilege<br />
before you. To be short, I recommend you to choose some calling more plainly commercial."<br />
I replied that he was very right, and that I would gladly embrace any calling which would not hinder my design. To this he<br />
answered that I had not done him the honour of explaining my design, but that he conceived it to be that of walking about the<br />
country with as much discomfort as possible. To this superficial judgment I, very naturally, demurred.<br />
"You are dry, my dear sir," I said, "nor do I wonder. Allow me to tell you my story, and I shall make you sweat with<br />
indignation." Omitting names of persons and places, I thereupon detailed the whole of my case, and concluded thus solemnly: "I<br />
hope that you now understand how I am placed. I am a gentleman who has behaved himself like a ruffian, a Christian who has<br />
stultified his religion. I love a certain lady and have insulted her; I was placed in a sacred relationship and betrayed it. Still a<br />
lover, still a postulant for service, I have three objects in life: (a) to bite and burn the vice out of myself; (b) to find my mistress;<br />
(c) to make her amends. Whatever occupation you propose for my consideration must subserve these three great ends."<br />
Issachar listened with attention, and remained for some time after I had finished speaking lost in thought. Then he said, "I see<br />
that yours is no common case. Honour, Religion, and Love make a strong partnership and hard taskmasters to a young<br />
journeyman. Perhaps I am too little of a casuist to maintain that the lady will not be gratified by your efforts to gain her esteem.<br />
My experiences have been few, and I am no lady's man, but I own I should have thought that she would have preferred a more<br />
dashing return to her feet—something on horseback, say, with a hand on your thigh and a kiss of the finger-tips. Ha! you might<br />
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