. "Good-bye, Sweetheart!" a tale . =r^ CHAPTER XII WHAT JEMIMA SAYS. =?^^/^ E are at Gulngamp. We have- been here tvro hours. Two\os2is^^^ hours ao^o we arrived, hot andangr}; hustled b)* thronging groups ofpeasants, that are pressing into the littletown to receive the annual pardon of theirsins, and open a fresh account with Hotel de France brims over withguests, insomuch that we have been rele-gated to a stuffy little chamber aicqiiatrihnc, into which the afternoon sunbeats full ; hotter than ten thousand iQO Good-bye^ Sweetheartf Christmas fires. Just now we asked forhot water, to w


. "Good-bye, Sweetheart!" a tale . =r^ CHAPTER XII WHAT JEMIMA SAYS. =?^^/^ E are at Gulngamp. We have- been here tvro hours. Two\os2is^^^ hours ao^o we arrived, hot andangr}; hustled b)* thronging groups ofpeasants, that are pressing into the littletown to receive the annual pardon of theirsins, and open a fresh account with Hotel de France brims over withguests, insomuch that we have been rele-gated to a stuffy little chamber aicqiiatrihnc, into which the afternoon sunbeats full ; hotter than ten thousand iQO Good-bye^ Sweetheartf Christmas fires. Just now we asked forhot water, to wash our dirty faces ; and awoman in a huge starched white collar, andclear cap, brought in some in a tiny has put the culminating-point to ourdespair. It is one of those days whenones very soid is hot, and longs to throwoff the heavy cloak of the body; a daywhen one would fain take off ones flesh,and sit in ones bones, according to SydneySmiths time-honoured waggery. It is notwindless ; on the contrary, there is a very


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