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BRADSHAW THE BETRAYER. 49
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.+. " Oh Doricles ! Your Praises Are Too...
Moored beside the quays , or hauled up high , and dry on the banks farther downlie merchant-vesselsbarks , and fishing-boats ,
of various builds and , sizes . Sonie are undergoing , repairs ; some are being laden , some unladen ; and round about them all , in every
stage of idleness or activity , swarm scores of rough , weatherbeaten seamen , with big boots , and Guernsey shirts , and little gold rings
in their brown ears . Seeingbut scarcely noting these things at the moment , I am
jolted awake along before , , between the door the of shi an ps inn and . It the is houses but a mean , and auberge set down , thoug , half h
the to the best , waiter in the who place lolls , and carelessl it bears the against sign the of the door Lion , and d' Or signif . I y turn my
intention of remaining , for the nig y ht . But he , instead of responding with that cheerful alacrity which one is accustomed to expect , only
shakes his head , and surveys me and my luggage with superb indifference .
" Our rooms , " says he , loftily , " are all engaged . Monsieur will probabl This y is find discourag accommodation ing ; but I at compromise the Couronne the . " matter by arranging
to dine at the Lion d' Or at six o ' clock , even though I have to seek a bed elsewhere . Hereupon the waiter unbends , the gamin gets his
pourboire , the cabriolet clatters away at full speed ; and , after a brief rest and a hasty lunch , I stroll out to see the town , and beat up
my Alas quarters ! the at Couronne the Couronne was . an auberge infinitely smaller , meaner ,
and dirtier than the Lion oV Or , and lay down close beside the strand , at some distance from the quays . There was a gaunt flagstaff
broken planted bottles in the , dreary and vegetable little garden refuse at , the before back the , and door a . pile The of shells publi like c ,
room was full of seafaring men—the landlord himself looked a retired smuggler—the atmosphere there of the house model was suggestiv of frigate e of
tar , tobacco , and cognac—and was a tiny a about over the the firep last lace inn in of France the tap which -room . I should Altogether voluntaril La y Couronn have chosen e was
for The Here a landlord night then 's lod was I g found ing too ; busy but myself there with forced was his no customers to hel app p for ly to for it . att accommodation end to me , and .
the landlady referred me to a deaf old fille de _cJiambre _, as withered and weird of Macbeth ' s witches .
as one one " A hand bed ? hollowed " said she over , peerin her g ear and . " blinkin Ato g be in my sure face ! , Two and , holding if you y
, please She " Merci — nodded two , one , if , will you stumped be please enoug uj i ! nto ) " h stairs . Can l slowl I see y cold before the room comfortless me ? , " in her chamber heavy
sabots which , contained and led the two way beds , and a looked arge as , if it , had not been occupied , for months .
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Bradshaw The Betrayer. 49
BRADSHAW THE BETRAYER . 49
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), March 1, 1858, page 49, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01031858/page/49/
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