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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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le white wine of the neighbor-hood—an accompaniment we had learned to appreciate. Upon the chimney-piece of a room adjoining ours,whose door stood open, there was an old brass lamp.In shape it was not unlike a high candlestick crownedwith an oval reservoir for oil, which had three littlecurving tubes for wicks, and an upright handle aboveending in a ring; it was about a foot and a half high,and from it hung three brass chains holding a brasslamp-scissors and little brass extinguishers. Mrs. Clary,Mrs. Trescott, Miss Graves, Miss Elaine, and myself alladmired this lamp as we strolled about the rooms afterluncheon before starting for the castle. It happenedthat Janet was not there ; she had gone, by an unusualchance, with Lloyd, to look at some cinque-cento fres-cos in an old church somewhere, and was, I have nodoubt, deeply interested in them. When she returnedshe too spied the old lamp, and admired it. I wish Ihad it for my own room at home, she exclaimed. Ifeel sure it is Aladdins.
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DOLCE ACQCA 109 Come, come, Janet, called Mrs. Trescott from be-low. The castle waits. It has waited some time already, said Inness— amatter of six or seven centuries, I believe. And looks as though it would wait six or sevenmore, I said, as we stood on the arched bridge admir-ing the massive walls above. It has withstood numerous attacks, said the Pro-fessor. Genoese armies came up this valley morethan once to take it, and went back unsuccessful. To me it is more especially distinguished by nothaving been a home of the Lascaris, said Baker. To whom, then, did it belong? said Janet, con-temptuously. We all, in a chorus, answered grandly, To theDorias! (We were so glad to have reached a namewe knew.) The castle crowned the summit of a crag, ruined butimposing; in shape a parallelogram, it had in frontsquare towers, five stories in height, pierced with round-arched windows. It was the finest as well as largestruin we lately landed Americans had seen, and we wenthither and thither with

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