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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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ng down, we were refused admittance, though theroom was not three parts full. This, of course, is done to sendpeople into the restaurant, where you dine a la carte. Table dhoteis seven francs, and is moderately good. Mr. B. dined with us thatevening. Thus at the table dhote our sum total would have amountedto twenty-one francs, whilst in the restaurant for a more modestrepast, the amount was brought up to forty-four francs. I send you these small details, because everything of a domesticnature bears a charm to the female mind that beings of a sternermould are unable to realise. Mr. B., whose life is devoted tothe poor, happened to catch sight of the bill, and was shocked inthinking what a large number of his flock would have been kept for aweek upon such a sum. It was useless to represent to him thatthe sum was a very modest one compared with scores that wouldbe spent that night in Paris by epicures. He is doing a greatand successful work amongst the French poor; never preaches less J
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Barcelona. 36 Letters from Majorca, than ten times a week, sometimes oftener. He realises also the truthof Solomons wise proverb : Cast thy bread upon the waters, for thoDshalt find it after many days; for he tells me that many a time, andyears after he has forgotten the incident and the individual, someone comes to him with a blessing and a happy face, and a reformedexpression; some one that, perhaps, he had tried to raise from thelowest depths, and who, weeping, declares that, under Heaven, he wastheir rescuer and upholder. H. C. had never seen Paris, and as we were to leave it early thenext morning for Bordeaux, we strolled out after dinner to look atsome of its finer features by moonlight. It had been raining heavily,and Paris in rainy weather is almost as disagreeable as London.Dark clouds rolled across the sky, throwing deep shadows, nowobscuring the moon, now allowing it to shine forth with all thebrilliancy of a Paris atmosphere. We sauntered through the arcadesof the Rue de R

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