The Initials: A Story of Modern LifeTautphoeus, Jemima Montgomery, Baroness
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The Initials: A Story of Modern Life
Tautphoeus, Jemima Montgomery, Baroness
Bavaria (Germany) -- Fiction; British -- Germany -- Fiction; Love stories
The country was indeed flat, but highly cultivated, and thickly wooded
alternately—the absence of all walls or fences giving to German scenery
in general the appearance of a domain; they passed through, and saw in
the distance, many pretty villages, while the mountains were becoming
more distinct and the scenery more interesting every hour. Had not the
day been intensely sultry, Hamilton would have insisted on the head of
the carriage being thrown back, and the odious rattling windows opposite
to him being removed; as it was, however, the shade was agreeable, and
the almost imperceptible current of air, produced by the motion of the
carriage, as it blew on his face, had the somniferous effect attributed
to the vampire’s wing—he slept, and so soundly that until the carriage
stopped suddenly before a house on the roadside, not all the jolting and
consequent thumping of his head against the hard side of the carriage
could waken him; he then rubbed his eyes, stretched out his legs, and
was endeavouring once more to compose himself to sleep, when the
coachman informed him that they were to remain there two hours to rest
and dine. He looked at his watch—it was twelve o’clock; then at the inn;
it did not promise much; but near the door he caught a glimpse of a
carriage in form and colour exactly resembling his own, containing,
however, a number of packages which denoted female travellers. The blue
bandboxes and embroidered bags decided his movements. He sprang from the
carriage, and almost unconsciously ran his fingers through his hair as
he entered the house. Passing through a large room filled with peasants,
he reached a smaller apartment containing some narrow tables furnished
at each side with benches covered with black leather cushions. At one of
these tables sat three ladies, and an equal number of little boys.
Hamilton had learned to bow civilly on entering a room to any persons
who might be in it; after which he generally contrived to commence a
conversation, and let people know that he was an Englishman; having
ascertained that being one was a sort of recommendation, or at least an
excuse for all sorts of eccentricity. On the present occasion his bow
was returned, but no further notice taken; scarcely even a look bestowed
on him; this was, however, not at all what he wished, for two of the
party were young and remarkably pretty.
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