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Identifier: outing55newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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oBenunes for his time. Not at all; hecalled the waiter with a flourish, threwdown more than enough money and toldhim to keep the change, regretting vol-ubly that we could not partake further ofhis hospitality. We should have the free-dom of the city—of everything—he said,when we came again. Ah, me! I sus-pect there is only one Benunes and thathe belongs to a time which will soonvanish away. We went through the town—almosta closed town, because it was Sunday,and not an inviting town, I think, atbest. Here and there were narrowstreets that wound up or down, yet wereonly mildly seductive. But it is a cos-mopolitan town—the most cosmopolitantown on earth, perhaps. Every kind ofmoney is in use there—every languageis spoken. Picture postals twelve for a quar-ter ! was the American cry that greetedus at every turn. If we had been Eng-lish it would have been twelve for ashilling, or if German zwolf fur cineMark, no doubt. They do not mistakenationalities in Gibraltar—they have all
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m HERE AND THERE WERE NARROW STREETS THAT WOUND UP OR DOWN. kinds to study from. Moors we saw—black, bare-legged, and gayly attired—ataste of the Orient we were about toenter and if there were any nationalitieswe did not see in this motley-thronged,Mediterranean gateway I do not recallthem now. We bought a few postalcards, and two fans with bullfights onthem, but unlike the Quaker City pil-grims we bought no gloves. I did look at certain stylish youngcreatures who passed now and then andwondered if one of them might not bethe bewitching saleslady who had soldthose gloves. And then I rememberedshe would not be young and bewitchingany more; she would be carrying theburden and the record of many years.Unlike the first Pilgrims, too, we did nothear the story of the Queens Chair.That was worn out at last, and existsto-day only in the guide-books. Wedrove over to Spanish Town by and by, but it was still less inviting over there,so we drove back, passed out through thegreat gates which c

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