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Chapter 27

           Ihavethemisfortunetoliveatatavern,or‘hotel,’asminehostispleasedtocallit;andonegetssotiredofthenoisesespeciallyaninvalid,asIhavethebadlucktobethataridealongthisquietroadissomethingakintoluxury.ThecoolshadeoftheseacaciaswhichtheMexicanshavevulgarisedbythenameofmezquiteswiththebreezethatkeepsconstantlycirculatingthroughtheirfan-likefoliage,wouldinvigoratethefeeblestofframes.Don’tyouthinkso,MissPoindexter?"

           "Youshouldknowbest,sir,"wasthereplyvouchsafed,aftersomesecondsofembarrassment."You,whohavesooftentriedit."

           "Often!IhavebeenonlytwicedownthisroadsinceIhavebeenabletositinmysaddle.But,MissPoindexter,mayIaskhowyouknewthatIhavebeenthiswayatall?"

           "Oh!"rejoinedLouise,hercolourgoingandcomingasshespoke,"howcouldIhelpknowingit?Iaminthehabitofspendingmuchtimeonthehousetop.Theview,thebreeze,themusicofthebirds,ascendingfromthegardenbelow,makesitadelightfulspotespeciallyinthecoolofthemorning.Ourroofcommandsaviewofthisroad.Beingupthere,howcouldIavoidseeingyouasyoupassedthatis,solongasyouwerenotundertheshadeoftheacacias?"

           "Yousawme,then?"saidMaurice,withanembarrassedair,whichwasnotcausedbytheinnuendoconveyedinherlastwordswhichhecouldnothavecomprehendedbutbyaremembranceofhowhehadhimselfbehavedwhileridingalongthereachofopenroad.

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