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Title: Mentone, Cairo and Corfu
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Woolson, Constance Fenimore, 1840-1894
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Publisher: New York : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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, as into a blue lake, and never emerged. You have been roaming, Professor, said Mrs.Trescott, as he took his seat; you have a fine breezylook of the sea. I heard the wa-ash, wa-ash, upon thebeach all night. But you have been out early, commun-ing with Aurora. Do not deny it. The Professor had no idea of denying it. I havebeen as far as the West Bay, he said, taking a roll. Mentone has two bays, the East, where we are, andthe West, the two being separated by the port and the old town. Behind us, on the north, extends thedouble chain of mountains, the first rising almost di-rectly from the sea, the second and higher chain be-hind, so that the two together form a screen, whichcompletely protects this coast. Thus sheltered, andopening only towards the south, the bays of Mentoneare like a conservatory, and we like the plants growingwithin. (This, for the Professor, was quite poet-ical.) 111 have often thought that to be a flower in a con-servatory would be a happy lot, observed Janet. One
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11 could have of the perfumes, sit still all the time, andnever be out in the rain. I trust, Miss Trescott, you have not often been ex-posed to inclement weather ? said the Professor, look-ing up. He meant rain ; but Mrs. Trescott, who took it uponherself to answer him, always meant metaphor. Notyet, she answered ; no inclement weather yet for mychild, because I have stood between. But the time maycome when, that barrier removed— Here she wavedher little claw-like hand, heavy with gems, in a sort ofsepulchral suggestiveness, and took refuge in coffee. The Professor, who supposed the conversation stillconcerned the weather, said a word or two about theexcellent English umbrella he had purchased in London,and then returned to his discourse. The first moun-tains behind us, he remarked, are between three andfour thousand feet high; the second chain attains aheight of eight and nine thousand feet, and, stretching-back, mingles with the Swiss Alps. Our name isAlpes Maritimes; we run along

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