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General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1865 Original Publisher: Saunders, Otley Subjects: Fiction / Classics Fiction / Literary Literary Criticism / General Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER IV. ONE DAY AND NIGHT IN PARIS.
Fuego fiLtuo, falso guia Que errante y ciego me tray. ESPRONCBDA. Without any recommendation, I had been fortunate enough to discover and put up at the Hotel dej Etrangers, and perfectly well satisfied with the comfort and attention there to be met with, finished my breakfast in the coffee-room at nine o'clock, and disdaining the assistance of a Commissionaire, set off shortly after to find out for myself the residence of Messieurs Maess, Schnider et Cie. who had authority to place in my hands a small sum of money. There was a delicious feeling of novelty in sallying forth for the first time quite alone into the wonderful streets of Paris. The apprentice boy of old in England may have dreamed of the glories of London, half crediting the assertion that its streets were literally ‘ paved with gold, ’ but even to this day the heart of the grown man, if he hasnot visited Paris, beats quicker when he first enters that extraordinary city to prove for himself the tales of travellers, or the reports of his friends. How clean, how neat and fresh everything appeared: there was a greater richness of colouring than I had imagined. The names of the streets so plainly marked, the absence of that smoky dingy hue which is stereotyped in the mind of every Englishman, was very pleasing, at first I wandered from one street to another, along the Boulevards, over the Seine, then back by another br…
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General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1865 Original Publisher: Saunders, Otley Subjects: Fiction / Classics Fiction / Literary Literary Criticism / General Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER IV. ONE DAY AND NIGHT IN PARIS.
Fuego fiLtuo, falso guia Que errante y ciego me tray. ESPRONCBDA. Without any recommendation, I had been fortunate enough to discover and put up at the Hotel dej Etrangers, and perfectly well satisfied with the comfort and attention there to be met with, finished my breakfast in the coffee-room at nine o'clock, and disdaining the assistance of a Commissionaire, set off shortly after to find out for myself the residence of Messieurs Maess, Schnider et Cie. who had authority to place in my hands a small sum of money. There was a delicious feeling of novelty in sallying forth for the first time quite alone into the wonderful streets of Paris. The apprentice boy of old in England may have dreamed of the glories of London, half crediting the assertion that its streets were literally ‘ paved with gold, ’ but even to this day the heart of the grown man, if he hasnot visited Paris, beats quicker when he first enters that extraordinary city to prove for himself the tales of travellers, or the reports of his friends. How clean, how neat and fresh everything appeared: there was a greater richness of colouring than I had imagined. The names of the streets so plainly marked, the absence of that smoky dingy hue which is stereotyped in the mind of every Englishman, was very pleasing, at first I wandered from one street to another, along the Boulevards, over the Seine, then back by another br…