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THROUGH A FAIR COUNTRY.
TO Nemours all the way was pleasantness, and
all the path was peace. There was nothing
to note but the beauty and excellence of the road.
Only once we came to pave. Then, however, as
it was at the bottom of a hill, it was like to be our
ruin. Rosin, back-pedalling, and clever steering
to the side-path saved us. A couple of tramps
asked if we had not an extra seat to spare.
As for Nemours, we could go on for ever in its
praise, we found it so pretty ; but for its inhabi-
tants, the less, I think, we say of them the better.
—At three cafe restaurants—one we passed just as
we went into the city, two were in its very heart-
food was refused to us. There was no reason
given for this refusal. The people were disagree-
able, that was all.—We lunched in true tramp
fashion, on whatever we could pick up by the way.
At one end of the town we ate pears, at the other
cake.
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