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A Spanish duchess, who was sleeping below 

 at the time of the accident, lost her senses com- 

 pletely. She persisted in remaining in bed, 

 and no entreaties could move her to leave it. 

 She was dragged upon deck by main force, and 

 taken into the Monjibello with nothing but her 

 shift on. She had not re-gained her self-pos- 

 session on the following day, for she hesitated 

 at the door of the hotel in Leghorn, and would 

 not pass the threshold until her attendants had 

 shown her that it would not give way under her 

 feet. 



After we had got safe into the Monjibello, 

 and the terror had somewhat abated, I went 

 down into one of her cabins to see how things 

 were going on. At the farthest corner of it, I 

 saw, by the light of a lamp, a venerable looking 

 priest dripping wet, and apparently in much 

 pain. He informed me, that he had fallen into 

 the sea, and he believed that he had broken his 

 arm, for that his sufferings were almost intoler- 

 able. I ripped up his coat with my penknife, and 

 found his shoulder dislocated. With the help 

 of three young English engineers, I replaced 

 the bone in its socket, and then took off his wet 

 clothes, and gave them in charge to my servant, 



