Mentone, Cairo and Corfu . 333 their pleasure. A Greek dressed iu the full nationalcostume accompanied us all the way to Missolonghi soclosely that he was closer than a brother; save whenwe were locked in our small sleeping-cabins below (theone extra possession which a first-class ticket bestows),we were literally elbow to elbow with him. And hiselbows were a weapon, like the closed umbrella heldunder the arm in a crowded street—that pleasant habitof persons who are not Greeks. The Greek elbow wasclothed in a handsome sleeve covered with gold em-broidery, for our friend was a dandy of dandies.
Mentone, Cairo and Corfu . 333 their pleasure. A Greek dressed iu the full nationalcostume accompanied us all the way to Missolonghi soclosely that he was closer than a brother; save whenwe were locked in our small sleeping-cabins below (theone extra possession which a first-class ticket bestows),we were literally elbow to elbow with him. And hiselbows were a weapon, like the closed umbrella heldunder the arm in a crowded street—that pleasant habitof persons who are not Greeks. The Greek elbow wasclothed in a handsome sleeve covered with gold em-broidery, for our friend was a dandy of dandies. Hispetticoats and his shirt were of fine linen, snowy in itswhiteness; his small waist was encircled by a magnifi-cent Syrian scarf; his cream-colored leggings were spot-less ; and his conspicuous garters new and brilliantlyscarlet. He was an athletic young man of thirty, hisgood looks marred only by his over-eager eyes and hisrestlessness. It was his back which he presented to us,for his attention was given entirely to
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