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Penelope’s Irish Experiences

CHAPTER VIII
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Breakfast over and the bill settled, we speedily shook off as much of the dust of Mrs.Duddy's hotel as could be shaken off, and departed on the most decrepit sidecar that ever rolled on two wheels, being wished a safe journey by a slatternly maid who stood in the doorway, by the wide Mrs.Duddy herself, who realised in her capacious person the picturesque Irish phrase, 'the full-of-the-door of a woman,' and by our friend the head waiter, who leaned against Mrs.Duddy's ancestral pillars in such a way that the morning sun shone full upon his costume and revealed its weaknesses to our reluctant gaze.
The driver said it was eleven miles to Cappoquin, the guide-book fourteen, but this difference of opinion, we find, is only the difference between Irish and English miles, for which our driver had an unspeakable contempt, as of a vastly inferior quality.

He had, on the other hand, a great respect for Mrs.Duddy and her comfortable, cleanly, and courteous establishment (as per advertisement), and the warmest admiration for the village in which she had appropriately located herself, a village which he alluded to as 'wan of the natest towns in the ring of Ireland, for if ye made a slip in the street of it, be the help of God ye were always sure to fall into a public-house!' "We had better not tell the full particulars of this journey to Salemina," said Francesca prudently, as we rumbled along; "though, oddly enough, if you remember, whenever any one speaks disparagingly of Ireland, she always takes up cudgels in its behalf." "Francesca, now that you are within three or four months of being married, can you manage to keep a secret ?" "Yes," she whispered eagerly, squeezing my hand and inclining her shoulder cosily to mine.

"Yes, oh yes, and how it would raise my spirits after a sleepless night!" "When Salemina was eighteen she had a romance, and the hero of it was the son of an Irish gentleman, an M.P., who was travelling in America, or living there for a few years,--I can't remember which.

He was nothing more than a lad, less than twenty-one years old, but he was very much in love with Salemina.

How far her feelings were involved I never knew, but she felt that she could not promise to marry him.


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