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42 BRADSHAW THE BETBAYEB.
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.+. " Oh Doricles ! Your Praises Are Too...
nient of rusty iron reposing on a crinison velvet cushion , fell into an attitudeand in a tone of modest triumph
announced—, " The tongs with which St . Dunstan took the devil by the nose !"
The pilgrims drew back in silence . It might be my profane fancy ; but they certainly looked disappointed . _ZSTot so the
energetic tourist . He protested that the thing was '' m—m—marvellous !" and entreated five minutes' delay to make a sketch of the interesting
object . The verger consented , a chair was brought , and the artist began .
'' If I had but a piece of India-rubber and a d—d—double B !" sighed he .
" I think , " observed Brother Paul with great alacrity , " that the gentleman should have more light ! would it not be possible , my
son , to draw that blind higher ?" The verger , thus paternally addressed , deposited his keys on the
table , muttered something about " notions , " mounted a little set of library steps , and complied . At that instant Brother Paul was
seized with a violent fit of coughing , and Brother Ambroise , passing beside the table , took the keys up carelessly in his hand .
The blind "was obstinate , and , instead of going up , came down with a run . When it was at last arranged , the Cathedral bell was
ringing for service , and long before the tourist had shaded his sketch to his own satisfaction , the verger declared that we could stay
no longer . " ! Let us return thanks to our patron saint , Brother Ambroise ! "
ejaculated the lame pilgrim : " for our replenishment of spirit has been great . "
Whereupon Brother Ambroise devoutly kissed and returned the keys , and gave the verger his blessing .
It was a cheap donation , and neither my stammering countryman nor I got off so easily . The people were assembling for mass as
we went out . The Capuchins -went one way—the stranger and I another . He was all admiration of what he had seen , what he had
not seen , and what he -was going to see . " B—b—beautiful country , " said he . " B—b—beautiful churches
—interesting nation ! I ' m going to P—P—Paris to-morrow . " " Ah" said I with a yawn— " you'll be delighted with Paris . "
, " I know I shall , " replied he . " I ' m going to write a b—b—book about it . Good morning !"
" Good morning , " said I , and returned to mine inn to breakfast . Sitting over that desolate meal , I asked myself what was next to
be done ? Abbeville was " used up . " I had seen the Cathedral , , and I had seen the town , and even Mr . Murray confessed that the
tourist could do no more . I had also an objection to pass another night in the catafalque . To go I had determined ; but the question
was—where ? In this emergency I recollected that I had not yet
42 Bradshaw The Betbayeb.
42 BRADSHAW THE BETBAYEB .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), March 1, 1858, page 42, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01031858/page/42/
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