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BRADSHAW THE BETRAYER. 45
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.+. " Oh Doricles ! Your Praises Are Too...
" Just like this all tlie way ! " I repeated , drawing a deep breath . " In-deed ! Then I wish you a very good day . "
The official touched his cap with one finger , and closed his eyes , which was the nearest approach to a bow that he could take
the trouble to niake . Whereupon we parted—that is to say , he remained where he was , and I strode indignantly away .
wen " t I will along go . b 6 i y I the shall cabriolet go earl de y poste and " I I shall ttered go t quickl o myse y l , , as I I
, dare say the road is delightful ! " The _^ Bureau des Messageries was just opposite my hotel , and the
office was occupied by a very pretty young girl , a cat , and a canary . I took off my hat , and was greeted with a smile and a curtsy .
" Will Mademoiselle be so kind as to inform me of the earliest departure for St . Valery ? " I asked , with my best French air and
accent . _" The cabriolet leaves at ten to-morrow morningand the fare
, is eleven francs , " replied the young lady with great politeness . I laid the money on the table , and she entered my name in the
ledger , and handed me a small green ticket . " Mademoiselle is acquainted with St . Valery ? " I ventured
timidly to inquire . Mademoiselle looked down , coquetted with the corner of her
apron , and admitted that she had frequently visited the place in question .
" And Mademoiselle was pleased with the town—found it picturesque and agreeable ? "
She shrugged her shoulders , and arched her eyebows as only a Frenchwoman can .
" Ma foil non Monsieur , " said she . "It is triste — miserably triste I "
be retired By triste and , " said I , lovel " you at would the imp same ly time retired . I ; but have a p heard lace may that y
very St . Yalery is charming . " "Vraiment ?"
She '' Ah smiled , Mademoiselle and shook is of her a different head with opinion the ! air " of a who person
is too " Pardon polite " to said offe she r a . contradiction " I do not doubt . that Monsieur ' s information
is correct . Tastes are so different ! " out " And of the appearances bureau . so " That deceptive girl is , " added pretty I and to myself vivacious , as ; I but to walked find she
has no mind . After all , however , one need never hope localities appreciated by those who live upon the spot . The Eomans quarried the Coliseum for building materials ; and the boatmen
who rowed me from Geneva to Versoix could not tell me the name of Mont Blanc ! "
And so the rest of that day went drearily by , and I hated Abbe-
Bradshaw The Betrayer. 45
BRADSHAW THE BETRAYER . 45
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), March 1, 1858, page 45, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01031858/page/45/
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