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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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dpans, but to touch one of them was as much as life was worth. Sowe made a merit of necessity, opened the front door, let in the cat,let out ourselves, and wandered about the grounds : devoutly hopingthe priest would be merciful and not keep them too long at church. The old woman was the first to return. Evidently her consciencepricked her, and she had hastily told her beads. Perhaps this waswhat she had called up the stairs, just before leaving : exhorting usto patience and she would not tarry. Before long she had brewedus some of our own tea and boiled the inevitable eggs. There was no milk to be had; there never is any milk in theseparts; and we took our tea without it : a decoction neither whole-some nor pleasant. But they had packed up no coffee in Palma,and but for our own private supplies of tea, we should have beendriven to make the best of water or wine. H. C. groaned, looked cavernous, and suggested an immediatereturn to England. A land without milk and butter was worse than
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458 Letters from Majorca, heathendom. I told him that he ought to look^upon this as oneof the trials of hfe, and he quite brightened up under the idea ;dehberately rasped his tongue with strong undiluted tea, and thendeclared that he felt a martyr and happy. He also made up for itby such ravages upon our scanty larder that I grew alarmed, andsuggested portioning out our stock of provisions. The woman had brought from our store a small chicken, which wasnothing but bones, and the remnant of a sheep, nothing but bonesalso. She asked us rather satirically which bones we would have forbreakfast and which for luncheon, in the middle of the day. It wasa choice of evils. H. C. tossed up—his usual habit when undecided—and the lot fell upon the chicken. She must have understood that it was a wicked word, for shecrossed herself and fled from the room. Presently she returned with a steaming dish : the chicken doneup in curried rice, and made twice as hot as need have been, nodoubt with a vie

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