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the brand-new caoutchouc factory; there was some-
thing.
—An hour later we dismounted again, to pick
blackberries from the hedge. And then we went
doggedly on, pedalling away until we reached the
next village, many kilometres beyond. There was
just outside a pretty, shady road, which we remem-
ber gratefully, since on it we had our first bit of
easy riding. Adjoining was a chateau with high
walls, over which came the sound of gay music.-
To whom did it belong? we asked an old woman
on the road.
“ To a Monsieur who is enormously rich,” she
said. “Mais, tout le meme”—“ But, all the same”
—“ he is bourgeois / ’
The village was just beyond, and in its inn we
had lunch.—While we were eating, bang went a
drum on the street, and a bell began to ring. It
was a pedler, who had drawn up his cart. When
we strolled out to the street he had collected quite
a crowd.
11 Look at these,” he was saying, as he showed
a package of flannels; “ in the town the price is
three francs. I ask thirty-five sous. I pray you,
ladies, do me the favour to feel them. Are they not
soft? But this is the las. package I have. And now,
all those who want a pair, hold up their hands.”
—There
the brand-new caoutchouc factory; there was some-
thing.
—An hour later we dismounted again, to pick
blackberries from the hedge. And then we went
doggedly on, pedalling away until we reached the
next village, many kilometres beyond. There was
just outside a pretty, shady road, which we remem-
ber gratefully, since on it we had our first bit of
easy riding. Adjoining was a chateau with high
walls, over which came the sound of gay music.-
To whom did it belong? we asked an old woman
on the road.
“ To a Monsieur who is enormously rich,” she
said. “Mais, tout le meme”—“ But, all the same”
—“ he is bourgeois / ’
The village was just beyond, and in its inn we
had lunch.—While we were eating, bang went a
drum on the street, and a bell began to ring. It
was a pedler, who had drawn up his cart. When
we strolled out to the street he had collected quite
a crowd.
11 Look at these,” he was saying, as he showed
a package of flannels; “ in the town the price is
three francs. I ask thirty-five sous. I pray you,
ladies, do me the favour to feel them. Are they not
soft? But this is the las. package I have. And now,
all those who want a pair, hold up their hands.”
—There