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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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indcaught his open mouth, and rushed with hurricane force down histhroat, and I thought he would have expired in the struggle to gethis breath back again. We left Valdemosa behind us, and went round by the coast.There was nothing to be seen, but I can tell you now that the sea was Letters from Majorca. 373 very near us on the left. We were very much above its level, and itwas bounded by magnificent cliffs. Hills rose above our right hand. Before very long we came to a solitary house, and had reachedour destination. The carriage stopped with a sudden jerk, andPaolo made some remark, brilliant but unintelligible. It was now almost dark. We unpacked ourselves as well as wecould, and left Paolo to unpack such of our possessions as had sur-vived the hurricane. Our poor hamper 1 Its contents by this timemust have been turned into a kind of Mallorcan hotch-potch. Star-vation stared us in the face. H. C. refused to be comforted. I must tell you that we did not at this period thoroughly under-
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Mallorcan Farm House, with Consumptive Palm Trees. Stand the system of the Hospiteria; did not quite realise that all thiswas the result of kindness and forethought, and we were not enteringan inn, but accepting hospitality. That, but for this Hospiteria, wecould not have stayed at Miramar at all, since it contained no otherroof to shelter us, beyond the residence and dependencies of theArchduke, which are, of course, sacred from intrusion. Not quite comprehending all this, we were inclined to morecriticism than we should otherwise have indulged in. But we werenever dissatisfied; and our remarks bordered on the humorousrather than the severe. Perhaps not at the very first moment. We entered at once upona bare room, paved with flags, containing nothing but whitewashedwalls, a bench, a long deal table, and a chair or two. A smallcharcoal fire glowed and smouldered inthe middle of the room in a VOL. XLIII. B B 374 Letters from Majorca, large earthenware pan. The sight was pleasant, for t

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