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Title: Mentone, Cairo and Corfu
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Woolson, Constance Fenimore, 1840-1894
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Publisher: New York : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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d parasols and white umbrellas, hung upat the entrance, made a picturesque spot of color wehad all admired. This afternoon we were late; it wasnearly twilight, and, in this narrow, high-walled street,almost night. As we waited we heard chanting, andthrough the dusky archway came a procession. Firsta tall white crucifix borne between two swinging lamps ;then the surpliced choir-boys, chanting; then the in-cense and the priests ; then a coffin, draped, and carriedin the old way on the shoulders of the bearers, whowere men robed in long-hooded black gowns reachingto the feet, their faces covered, with only two holes forthe eyes. These were members of the Society of BlackPenitents, who, with the White Penitents, attend funer-als by turn, and care for the sick and poor, from chari-table motives alone, and without reward. Behind thePenitents walked the relatives and friends, each with alittle lighted taper. As the procession came throughthe dark archway, crossed the street, and wound up the
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THE KING OF THE OLIVES bill into the old town, its effect, with the glancinglights and chanting voices, was weirdly picturesque. Itwas on its way to the cemetery above. Did you ever read this, Mr. Lloyd ? I heard Mar-garet say behind me, as we went onward towards home : One day, in desolate wind-swept space, In twilight-land, in no-mans-land,Two hurrying Shapes met face to face, And bade each other stand. And who art thou ? cried one, agape, Shuddering in the gloaming light. I do not know, said the second Shape: I only died last night. I turned. Lloyd was looking at her curiously, orrather with wonder. Come, Margaret, I said, falling behind so as tojoin them, the English are not mystical, as some ofus are. They are content with what they can definitelyknow, and they leave the rest. During the next week, after a long discussion, we de-cided to go up the valley of the Nervia. The discus-sion was not inharmonious : we liked discussions. This is by no means one of the ordinary Mentoneexcu

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