| 131 | 132 | 133 | 134 | 135 |
| 1 | 187 | 374 | 560 | 747 |
|
No gas to read by--nothing but dismal candles. It was a shame. We tried
to map out excursions for the morrow; we puzzled over French "guides to
Paris"; we talked disjointedly in a vain endeavor to make head or tail of
the wild chaos of the day's sights and experiences; we subsided to
indolent smoking; we gaped and yawned and stretched--then feebly
wondered if we were really and truly in renowned Paris, and drifted drowsily
away into that vast mysterious void which men call sleep.
133
Page
Quick Jump
|