Along France's river of romance: . d dismal of its kind. SoI should have to spend the night in the place, afterall ! I may as well state at once that—unhappyprisoner awaiting ransom at the Hotel de IEcu—Ispent a week in Gien. The town huddles low and airlessby the river, and this was the hottest week in thewhole of an exceptionally hot year. How I bore itI do not know. Long before the arrival of the regis-tered letter which brought me my release, I felt like theoldest inhabitant. Commis-voyageurs by the dozencame and went. One day a party of English peoplearrived in a touring car, and dined an
Along France's river of romance: . d dismal of its kind. SoI should have to spend the night in the place, afterall ! I may as well state at once that—unhappyprisoner awaiting ransom at the Hotel de IEcu—Ispent a week in Gien. The town huddles low and airlessby the river, and this was the hottest week in thewhole of an exceptionally hot year. How I bore itI do not know. Long before the arrival of the regis-tered letter which brought me my release, I felt like theoldest inhabitant. Commis-voyageurs by the dozencame and went. One day a party of English peoplearrived in a touring car, and dined and slept the nightin the hotel. How many weeks was it since I hadheard an English voice, or seen an English face ! Ifound myself sending coy glances in their directionduring dinner, but not liking (I suppose) my face, theydid not wish me so much as a good evening or goodmorning. Our national obliviousness of others—care-fully cultivated and jealously guarded—hardly showeditself to me then, poor prisoner at Gien, in its most.
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