He moistened his lips with the pink syrup. For the picture you can imagine a grey old lion eating ice-cream. They paused to admire the Renaissance Fontaine M茅dicis, set in startling contrast against the rugged background of rock, with its graceful balustrade and its medallion enclosing the bust of the worthy Pierre de Bourdeille, Abb茅 de Brant?me, the immortal chronicler of horrific scandals; and they crossed the Pont des Barris, and wandered by the quays where men angled patiently for deriding fish, and women below at the water鈥檚 edge beat their laundry with lusty arms; and so past the row of dwellings old and new huddled together, a decaying thirteenth-century house with its heavy corbellings and a bit of rounded turret lost in the masonry jostling a perky modern caf茅 decked with iron balconies painted green, until they came to the end of the bridge that commands the main entrance to the tiny water-girt town. They plunged into it with childlike curiosity. In the Rue de P茅rigueux they stood entranced before the shop fronts of that wondrous thoroughfare alive with the traffic of an occasional ox-cart, a rusty one-horse omnibus labelled 鈥淪ervice de Ville鈥?and some prehistoric automobile wheezing by, a clattering impertinence. For there were shops in Brant?me of fair pretension鈥攊s it not the chef lieu du Canton?鈥攁nd you could buy articles de Paris at most three years old. And there was a Pharmacie Internationale, so called because there you could obtain Pear鈥檚 soap and Eno鈥檚 Fruit salt; and a draper鈥檚 where were exposed for sale frilleries which struck Martin as marvellous, but at which Corinna curved a supercilious lip; and a shop ambitiously blazoned behind whose plate-glass windows could be seen a porcelain bath-tub and other adjuncts of the luxurious bathroom, on one of which, sole occupant of the establishment, a little pig-tailed girl was seated eating from a porringer on her knees; and there were all kinds of other shops including one which sold cabbages and salsifies and charcoal and petrol and picture postcards and rusty iron and vintage eggs and guano and all manner of fantastic dirt. And there was the Librairie de la Dordogne which smiled at you when you asked for devotional pictures or tin-tacks, but gasped when you demanded books. Martin and Corinna, however, demanded them with British insensibility and marched away with an armful of cheap reprints of French classics disinterred from a tomb beneath the counter. But before they went, Martin asked: 鈥淩oughly about five hundred kilometres鈥攗nder three hundred miles. Take your time. You have sixty pounds鈥?worth of sunny hours before you鈥攁nd there is much to be learned in three hundred miles of France. In a few weeks鈥?time I will join you at Brant?me鈥攋ourneying by train as befits my soberer age鈥擨 go there a certain number of times a year to see F茅lise. Then, if you will continue to favour me with your patronage, we shall have another consultation.鈥? 天天爱?日日操,日月夜夜男人的天堂,超碰国产,四虎影音 "But," said Rug, "I shall pay you for loss of time, and it will be to your profit. I'll give you 锟?0 for your trouble." He still did not know that his wife drank, but he could no longer trust her, and his dream of happiness was over. He had been saved from the Church 鈥?so as by fire, but still saved 鈥?but what could now save him from his marriage? He had made the same mistake that he had made in wedding himself to the Church, but with a hundred times worse results. He had learnt nothing by experience: he was an Esau 鈥?one of those wretches whose hearts the Lord had hardened, who, having ears, heard not, having eyes saw not, and who should find no place for repentance though they sought it even with tears. TRIAL FOR THE MURDER OF A SLAVE.