The Argosy . minds not to stay. The place was dull and dreary and uncivilised. Positively no sheets to the beds ! they cried, with horror. Weare not disciples of Dr. Jaeger. How can you endure it ? I did not say that we were more than happy and contented; ourwants more than abundantly supplied; that the beds had sheets (was it Letters from Majorca. 465 -wicked to withhold this information ?); that our stay in this Hospiteriaof Miramar, for some strange reason, would be marked in our lifesrecord with a white stone. We had so enjoyed our solitude that this invasion seemed nothingless than laying
The Argosy . minds not to stay. The place was dull and dreary and uncivilised. Positively no sheets to the beds ! they cried, with horror. Weare not disciples of Dr. Jaeger. How can you endure it ? I did not say that we were more than happy and contented; ourwants more than abundantly supplied; that the beds had sheets (was it Letters from Majorca. 465 -wicked to withhold this information ?); that our stay in this Hospiteriaof Miramar, for some strange reason, would be marked in our lifesrecord with a white stone. We had so enjoyed our solitude that this invasion seemed nothingless than laying siege to our happiness. Again I say that we were un-reasonable ; had no earthly right to feel thus. But I can onlyconfess my sins and shortcomings, and hold up to you a faithfulmirror of my daily life in these regions—within prudent limits ofcourse. Anything especially indiscreet is buried in the profoundestdepths of my inner consciousness. Truth to say, it would be difficult, in this small island, leading. Where I fell amongst the Prickly Pears. our quiet lives, to err very far from the worlds path of conventionalrectitude. This is a sentence overweighted with long words that arenot, I suppose, pure Saxon. But a weighty subject is worthy of ex-ceptional treatment. And after all, I am only describing my own emotions. H. C. isomniverous in the way of companionship, and devours all he comesacross. I have failed in everything, if I have failed to show you thathe has great powers of adaptation, and can put up equally with fish,flesh, fowl or good red herring. I dare say he is right in the main :it is useless to pretend that I can go and do likewise. So when these good people declared that after a little refreshmentthey meant to return to Palma, I felt quite a philanthropic glowtoward them, and was ready to minister to their needs as far as ourhumble board permitted. The lady sat in the refectory with her 466 Letters from Majorca. umbrella up, as a precaution against draughts. Bu
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