Beggars on horseback; a riding tour in North Wales . DOWN HE WAS DRAGGED BY MISS OFLANNIGAN DOWN THE IMMEASURABLE LENGTHS OF STEEP ROAD THE SEXTONESS OF DOLGELLY .... THE TOURIST AT THE GRAPES INN, MAENTYWROG PAGE 45 142127 3033 43 454751 5767 75 VI ILL USTRA TIONS. BETWEEN TRAWSFYNYDD AND MAENTYWROG . MISS oflannigan made a sketch from toms backlune de miel beddgelert .... THE SNOWDON guide OUTSIDE THE PARLOUR WINDOW HALF-WAY MISS OFLANNIGAN EXTENDED HERSELF AT FULLLENGTH ON SOME CONTIGUOUS BOULDERS . THE ASCENT OF SNOWDON .... THE SPEAKER PERMITTED TO HIMSELF A DRAMATIC YAWN A COSTUME MODELL
Beggars on horseback; a riding tour in North Wales . DOWN HE WAS DRAGGED BY MISS OFLANNIGAN DOWN THE IMMEASURABLE LENGTHS OF STEEP ROAD THE SEXTONESS OF DOLGELLY .... THE TOURIST AT THE GRAPES INN, MAENTYWROG PAGE 45 142127 3033 43 454751 5767 75 VI ILL USTRA TIONS. BETWEEN TRAWSFYNYDD AND MAENTYWROG . MISS oflannigan made a sketch from toms backlune de miel beddgelert .... THE SNOWDON guide OUTSIDE THE PARLOUR WINDOW HALF-WAY MISS OFLANNIGAN EXTENDED HERSELF AT FULLLENGTH ON SOME CONTIGUOUS BOULDERS . THE ASCENT OF SNOWDON .... THE SPEAKER PERMITTED TO HIMSELF A DRAMATIC YAWN A COSTUME MODELLED ON THAT OF THE MOST SUMPTUOUSTOURIST ...... THE COOK AT RHYDDU ..... THE ASCENT OF THE DEANS .... two or three STARTLED, AUDACIOUS PONY FACES PEERING ROUND A PILE OF BOULDERS . we RETIRED INTO THE RAIN . l CLUTCHED THE SURFACE OF THE ROAD . THE PARAPET OF THE WOODED PRECIPICE, FROM WHOSEEDGE WE WERE LOOKING BACK . li THREE TALL WOMEN, DRESSED ALIKE IN WIDOWS WEEDS A FINAL SALUTEVISITORS BOOK 77 798591 99 105III 122124132 133142 149 157162183186. 0K5EBACK CHAPTER I. Well, Im not exactly sure, said theironmonger, gazing out into the glaringstreet through a doorway festooned withtin mugs and gridirons, but I think it was thegentleman as played the kettle - drum that rodehim. His eyes seemed to follow some half-re-membered pageant, though outwardly they restedon the languid salutations of the saddlers dogand the hotel collie on the opposite pavement. Miss OFlannigan, who looked and was too hotfor conversation, remained impassive where shesat, on the top of an Empress cottage stove,with her gaze fixed on the zinc pails that hunglike Chinese lanterns from the ceiling. A BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. Unfortunately we shall not take a kettle-drum, I replied, hesitatingly. Well, no, of course, admitted the ironmonger ;but I assure you that a pony thats bin in theyeomanry band wont be partikler as to traction-engines or sech. You ladies could play any in-strument when ridin im. Miss OFlanniga
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