Romantic Corsica, wanderings in Napoleon's isle; . THROUGH CAP CORSE 239 leads back to Pino, yes, I replied, just as I recogniseda young peasant with whoni I had lunched at Camera. I jumped up beside him and we were soon bumpingalong the road to Luri. Our pace slackened as the mistthickened, and even the mule got alarmed. On and onwe went steadily but very slowly, and soon night wasadding its quota to the darkness. Dim forms of waysidehouses loomed out of the mist beside us and disappeared,and at last a welcome cluster of lights shone dimly witha peering welcome out of the gloom and my friendp
Romantic Corsica, wanderings in Napoleon's isle; . THROUGH CAP CORSE 239 leads back to Pino, yes, I replied, just as I recogniseda young peasant with whoni I had lunched at Camera. I jumped up beside him and we were soon bumpingalong the road to Luri. Our pace slackened as the mistthickened, and even the mule got alarmed. On and onwe went steadily but very slowly, and soon night wasadding its quota to the darkness. Dim forms of waysidehouses loomed out of the mist beside us and disappeared,and at last a welcome cluster of lights shone dimly witha peering welcome out of the gloom and my friendpulled up beside the hotel. After some persuasion heconsented to descend and have dinner with me. Itwas an excellent little inn, one of the best in Cap CorSe,I think. Madame was obliging to a fault, the courseswere tastily cooked, the wine was du pays mSme, theconversation about Corsica, the coffee superb, the cigarsstrong and soothing. If Nature had been unkind enough to ring down herthickest curtain on the charms of Luri during the after-noon an
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