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By the Ionian Sea

CHAPTER XIV
8/15

Certainly the rain was stopping; the wind no longer howled.

Up we went towards those ragged walls and great, vacant windows.

We reached the summit; for two minutes the horses trotted; then a sudden halt, and my lad's face at the carriage door.
"_Ecco l'albergo, Signore_!" I jumped out.

We were at the entrance to an unpaved street of squalid hovels, a street which the rain had converted into a muddy river, so that, on quitting the vehicle, I stepped into running water up to my ankles.

Before me was a long low cabin, with a row of four or five windows and no upper storey; a miserable hut of rubble and plaster, stained with ancient dirt and, at this moment, looking soaked with moisture.


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