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wall near the house that I had taken, with his hat 

 pulled over his eyes, till he fell asleep. And there 

 he would lie for hours. If he had chanced to fall 

 on one side, he would have fallen on to a hard road, 

 about four feet dawn ; and if on the other, he would 

 have gone at least fourteen or fifteen feet into a small 

 stony kind of rivulet, which was generally dry and 

 full of pieces of rock and boulders, which had been 

 carried down in floods. Many's the time that I have 

 seen him lying on the said wall fast asleep, and have 

 not dared to call "Dionege!" for fear he should 

 start up suddenly and topple over into the abyss 

 below. He was very fond of the wine of the country, 

 though I must say I never saw him with too much. 

 He smoked incessantly when not in the boat, and 

 ate garlic and onions till he was redolent of these 

 herbs. Of course, on a hot day, with hard work 

 rowing, he could not but turn a hair, and on such 

 an occasion he was, as may be readily supposed, a 

 regular nosegay ; and what with the garlic, the tobacco, 

 the country wine, and the addition of hot boatman, 

 the tout ensemble produced a perfume that would have 

 defied Rimmel, Atkinson, or any other perfumer to 

 imitate. It was a kind of bouquet aux mille-fleurs, 

 and to cut matters short Dionege Festorazzi, to put 



