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them, and an old pair of hunting cords I wore 

 were hardly decent. Two flannel jerseys of 

 doubtful character showed through the rents 

 and over the collar of my ragged Norfolk 

 jacket, and my cap was so burnt that it was a 

 question whether the holes or the cloth covered 

 the largest space. My beard was ragged and 

 unkempt like my hair, and my skin roughened 

 and stained by constant exposure. I hope 

 Prince A. explained to his charming bride that 

 all Englishmen are not in ordinary life of the 

 same stamp as the ragged vagabond at 

 Rionski. 



At Kutais the hotel-keeper and his friends 

 turned out to welcome me back, but even 

 their sense of courtesy could not restrain the 

 laugh that rose to everyone's lips at my 

 woe -begone aspect ; and when (anxious to get 

 a change of clothes and a razor) I sought my 

 room, I found Frank had taken the key from 

 the landlord, who had kept it for us for two 



