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The Adventures of François; Foundling, Thief, Juggler, and Fencing Master, During the French Revolution
The Adventures of Franois Foundling Thief Juggler and Fencing Master During the French Revolution Author:Silas Weir Mitchell General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1898 Original Publisher: The Century co. Subjects: France Fiction / General Fiction / Classics Fiction / Literary History / Europe / France Literary Criticism / General Literary Criticism / American / General Travel / Europe / France Notes: This is a black a... more »nd white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: Of how the world used Francois, and of the reward of virtue. He makes his first friend. JHEN Tomas, having won his way out of the press about a fortune-teller, looked for Francois, there was a lost choir-boy and two days' diet gone none knew whither -- least of all the fugitive. He moved away with the speed of fear, and was soon in the somber network of narrow streets which in those days made a part of the lie de la Cit6 the refuge of the finest assortment of thieves, bravos, gypsies, and low women to be found in any capital of Europe. His scared looks and decent black suit betrayed him. An old fellow issued from a doorway like a spider. "Ha, ha, little thief!" he said; "I will buy thy plunder." Fraiois was well pleased. He took eagerly the ten sous offered, and saw the spider poke a long red beak into the loaded nets as he passed out of sight in the dark doorway. Francois looked at the money. It was the first he had ever owned. He walked away in haste, happy to be free, and so over a bridge to the lie St. Louis, with its pretty gardens and thepalaces of the great nobles. At the far end of the isle he sat down in the sun and watched the red barges go by, and took no more care for to-morrow than does a moth just out of its cocoon. He caught up the song of a man near by who was mending a bateau. He whistled as he cast stones into the water. It was June, and warm, and...« less