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Text for Page 085 [06-13-1855]

privileges, (which latter are at our entreaty increased.)  Wilkins leaves
promising to rejoin us by 1 or 2.   I wash all over, turn into
the low French bed and go to sleep.     Four hours or so pass,
and when I wake, the hot sunlight which had poured distractingly
into my window, as though defying slumber had passed away, and
soon the skies began to weep dismally.     Wilkins comes not, and
after some two hours waiting Charley, (who is miserable) and Edwin
descend with the intention of getting a vehicle and trying the place be-
fore spoken of; I am to tarry the advent of Wilkins.    My little
room looks forth on the inner square of the hotel, I see odd sloping 
roofs, quaint chimneys, fragile gutters, and fast falling rain. At
an opposite window is a prettyish woman seated at her needle, and
she glances at me occasionally.     I am very hungry, and irate at
Wilkins.   I recollect Andre la Savoyard in Paris for the first
time, and his being in the Hotel Francornard, and have an odd
sort of impression that I had fancied this very experience of Paris, in
my boy days, � that I had known it before.    By 4 1/2 Charley
returns, Edwin remaining below.    Charley is very miserable, faint
from hunger, and declares he�ll return to London on the morrow.
He, and Edwin have had unpleasant experience of their ride, the
driver of the fiacre being (of course) unable to read the address.  I con-
sole Charley, we descend, find a waiter who speaks English, pay
bill, and issue forth into the streets of Paris again.     Hail a
vehicle, Ned mounts beside the driver, and we cross the Seine,
and to the Cour de Commerce, Rue de l�Ecole de Medecine.    It is
a lengthy, narrowish passage, paved with cobble stones, an iron gate
at either end, another within.   Our hotel is kept by M Louis Perret               
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