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Title: In and out of three Normandy inns
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Dodd, Anna Bowman, 1855-1929
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Publisher: Boston, Little, Brown, and Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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choir-stalls yonder. Insteadof that long, slow suicide, surely these womenshould be doing their greater work of reproducinga race. Even an open-air cell seems to me out ofplace in our century. It will be entirely out offashion in time, doubtless, as the mediaeval cellhas gone along with the old castle life, whoseprincely mode of doing things made a nunnerythe only respectable hiding-place for the undow-ered daughters. As we crept down into Caen, it was to find itthick with the dust of twilight. The streets weredense with other things besides the thickenedlight. The Caen world was crowding homeward;all the boulevards and side-streets were alive witha moving throng of dusty, noisy, weary holiday-makers. The town was abroad in the streets tohear the news of the horses, and to learn the his-tory of the betting. Although we had gone to church instead ofdoing the races, many of those who had peopledthe gay race-track came back to us. The tabledhote, at our inn that night, was as noisy as a
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CAEN. —Pa(7e THREE NORMANDY INNS. 365 Parisian cafe. It was scarcely as discreet, Ishould say. On our way to our attic that night,the little corridors made us a really amazingnumber of confidences. It was strange, but all the shoes appeared tohave come in pairs of twos. Never was theresuch a collection of boots in couples. Strange itwas, also, to see how many little secrets these rowsof candid shoe-leather disclosed. Here a pert,coquettish pair of ties were having as little incommon as possible with the stout, somewhatclumsy walking-boots next them. In the two justbeyond, at the next door, how the delicate, slenderbuttoned kids leaned over, floppingly, to rest onthe coarse, yet strong, hobnailed dumpers! Shabbier and shabbier grew the shoes, as weclimbed upward. With each pair of stairs weseemed to have left a rung in the ladder of fortunebehind. But even the very poorest in pocket hadbrought his little extravagance with him to theraces. The only genuine family party had taken re-fu

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