He said he knew where the hotel was, I suppose, for the officer of the guard sent him away with me.

We walked a hundred or a hundred and fifty miles, it appeared to me, and then he got lost.

He turned this way and that, and finally gave it up and signified that he was going to spend the remainder of the morning trying to find the city gate again.

At that moment it struck me that there was something familiar about the house over the way.
It was the hotel! It was a happy thing for me that there happened to be a soldier there that knew even as much as he did; for they say that the policy of the government is to change the soldiery from one place to another constantly and from country to city, so that they can not become acquainted with the people and grow lax in their duties and enter into plots and conspiracies with friends.

My experiences of Florence were chiefly unpleasant.