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was to be at Santiago, was a little quietness and 

 solitude. Good heavens !" said I to myself, as I 

 looked out of this wretched lanthorn, " how could 

 I wash or make myself at all comfortable, either in 

 body or mind, in such a place as this? Those 

 girls, and that terrible piano-forte, would be the 

 death of me ! I am afraid, madam,*" addressing 

 myself to the old lady, " this will not exactly do," 

 and then out of the room, and out of the house, I 

 walked. 



I went back to the Englishwoman, who was 

 very civil. The sun was burning me to pieces, 

 I was quite exhausted, and I begged her to let me 

 lay down anywhere in the shade, for that I had 

 ridden almost all night, and was tired. She re- 

 plied that she had positively no place. I told her 

 I had been sleeping on the ground for many 

 months, and that she surely had some little corner 

 in which I might go to sleep. She said, Nothing 

 but the carpenter's shop." "Oh!'*' I said, with de- 

 light, "that will do famously;*" so she led me to the 

 place, and in a few seconds I was fast asleep 

 among the shavings. 



In three or four hours my party arrived, and 



