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Text for Page 086 [06-13-1855]

a Swiss, and Madame his wife, an Englishwoman, who as
we arrive are just about presiding at dinner, which we are
not sorry to sit down to.     Some eight male boarders are present,
who converse in good or indifferent French, and who presently appear
to be all English; also an old Swiss woman.   The room is a
moderately spacious one, having to large windows, opening, (as do
all French windows to the ground,) with a lengthy iron rod for
bolt, from ceiling to floor, also mysterious handles.   Lithographic
portraits, and maps ornament the walls, and at the upper end
of the room are seven pictures starting on either side from the
same level, and each hopping as it were centrally until the odd one
surmounted the clock, which is large and has its internal arrangements
mysteriously sunk in the flaccid room papering.     M. Perret is a
little good humoured man, with a thick moustache, which looks
as if he had recently inked it, the hair being black but un-lustrous,
and grayish at the roots.     He is very polite, has been in the National
Guard, and wears a ribbon at his button hole.     His wife is light-
haired, of a spare figure, but reddish faced, speaks French very
fluently, has travelled and read much, and is generally communi-
cative and intelligent.  But more of Madame anon.     We dine,
cut jokes, and are finishing with tea when enter Wilkins.   I 
hand him my chair telling him I won�t lack courtesy, albeit he
does.   He sits awhile, takes a cup of tea and talks; I tell him
he has humbugged us, whereupon he gets up and clears out, and
there�s a end of him.               Talk continues, and presently we
three stroll out to the Gardens of the Luxembourg, our companion
being a little Irishman yclept Marshall,who has been in New               
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