Identifier: enroutedescripti00trev (find matches)
Title: En route; a descriptive automobile tour through nine countries & over nineteen great passes of Europe
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Trevor, Roy
Subjects: Europe -- Description and travel
Publisher: London : E. Stanford
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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thy whispered in 223 EN ROUTE my ear. For goodness sake dont, I answered,for I could feel Ken shaking with suppressedmerriment. To our relief the performance endedonly just in time, for I declare I could not havekept a solemn face much longer. Next our fortuneswere told by an old woman with great earrings anda horrible squint. Then came the important, thevery important question according to the gipsies, ofreward. The girls of the dance and their friends,the soloist and his friends, the fortune-teller andher friends, the owners of the cave and theirfriends, each in turn demanded money, even thecrowd that blockaded the doors, strangled thelight, polluted the atmosphere, raised the tem-perature, and generally made themselves objec-tionable, one and all, clamoured for money por lamusica, to which they had contributed. At last,after buying a heap of things we did not want, weescaped from their clutches and returned to thehotel very sure that one visit to the gipsies was all-sufficient. 224
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Tiir: MACMiii i;\(i: an n I.kaiia di TlIK AlJIAMItUA HIS IAI.AC CHAPTER XV THEY CALL THEM ROYAL ROADS How long we stayed In Granada I forget, we lost allcount of the days while wandering in the realms ofthe past. But at last we decided to bid good-bye,or rather au revoir, and resume our northern journeythrough the Land of Tadmir. It was nearlymornino- as Mercedes stood waiting at the hoteldoor. A smart-looking man in no particular uniform,but carrying a short heavy rifle, was strolling roundher ; he saluted when we appeared, and on asking theconcierge, he told us that this was the night watch-man and called him to us. Is it loaded ? Iasked, nodding to the gun. For answer the manthrew open the breech and picked out a ball cart-ridge of heavy calibre : after I had examined it hereplaced it, snapped the breech to, and resumed hisstroll with finger on trigger. Surely it is notnecessary ? I asked. One never knows, repliedthe concierge, shrugging his shoulders. A fewminutes later we started

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