Manon Lescaut, The Abbé Prévost [best summer reads .TXT] 📗

o dispose of the miserable horse that hasbrought me hither, and am preparing to continue the journey on foot."

Although he seemed to recite this story tranquilly enough, Iobserved the tears start to his eyes as he concluded. Thisadventure struck me as being not less singular than it wasaffecting. "I do not press you," said I to him, to make me theconfidant of your secrets; but if I can be of use to you in anyway, I gladly tender you my services." "Alas!" replied he,"I see not the slightest ray of hope. I must reconcile myselfto my destiny in all its rigour. I shall go to America: there,at least, I may be free to live with her I love. I have writtento a friend, who will send me money to Havre-de-Grace. My onlydifficulty is to get so far, and to supply that poor creature,"added he, as he cast a look of sorrow at his mistress, "withsome few comforts upon the way." "Well!" said I to him, "Ishall relieve you from that difficulty. Here is some money, ofwhich I entreat your acceptance: I a