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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
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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y dying of hunger, and for her part she would rather die of thefever. But protest as she may, Barbara will never run counter to orders.She has too clear a sense of duty and is too well disciplined to trans-gress. Jaime will have to wait for his roast sheep. So in the evening of this day, we had gone out for our stroll underthe night stars. We had visited the breakwater and listened to theindolent plash of the tideless sea against the rocks and stones, of useonly in her furious moods. We had passed the cabaret, whence thegarish light streamed upon the dark night without. The usual soundsof music and revelry, dancing and twanging mandolins, of course weregoing forward. The amusements of these people have no variety.They would go on with the same words, songs, dances, night after Letters from Majorca, 373 night and year after year, needing nothing more, asking for nothingbetter, until they sank into the grave. We had strolled round the cathedral, and once more, and more Wl),,iiliM!i>i
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Nurse Long. Nurse Little. than ever, admired its majestic outlines. Familiarity here breedsno contempt. Both within and without, the cathedral, in its way, ismatchless. No wonder the Palma School influenced the architectureof the mother country. On the silent ramparts we had listened to the fitful cry of that 374 Letters from Majorca, shrieking harbinger, the screech owl. We had no Don Negro withus to bark his protest, but on the steps of the terrace at II Tereno,we could imagine the growl that came from his disturbed slumbers.I assure you his majesty is quite an exceptional dog. We had strolled through the town, passed the inevitable watchmen,heard the cry of others afar off, proclaiming the ever serene stateof affairs, and from the telegraph office despatched a more hope-ful message than usual to England. Then we had retraced our stepsthrough the quiet streets, listened to the melancholy cry of the quail,watched the travelling stars, and so made our way back to theConsulate. The chu

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