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pected; and elsewhere to be duplicated in greater 

 or lesser degree. Nor in the lofty courtyard, or the 

 equally lofty halls and reading-rooms, is there 

 ever much bustle and movement. People sit 

 quietly, or move with circumspection. Servants 

 glide. The fall of a book or teaspoon, the sudden 

 closing of a door, are events to be remarked. Once 

 a day, however, a huge gong sounds, the glass 

 doors of the inner courtyard are thrown open with 

 a flourish, and enters the huge bus fairly among 

 those peacefully sitting at the tables, horses' hoofs 

 striking fire, long lash-cracking volleys, wheels 

 roaring amid hollow reverberations. From the 

 interior of this bus emerge people ; and from the 

 top, by means of a strangely-constructed hooked 

 ladder, are decanted boxes, trunks, and ap- 

 purtenances of various sorts. In these people, 

 and in these boxes, trunks, and appurtenances, 

 are the real interest of the Grand Hotel du Louvre 

 et de la Paix of the marvellous Rue Cannebiere 

 of Marseilles. 



For at Marseilles land ships, many ships, from 

 all the scattered ends of the earth; and from 

 Marseilles depart trains for the North, where is 

 home, or the way home for many peoples. And 

 since the arrival of ships is uncertain, and the de- 

 parture of trains fixed, it follows that everybody 



