The Craze of Christina — page 168: what you’re looking at

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164 The Craze of Christina. watched for the English packet bound for Calais harbor. It came into sight just for a few seconds as it crossed the opening, then van- ‘ished, and was succeeded by a long trail of black smoke. And directly it had passed out of sight the same expectancy and the same in- terval of excitement occurred. Every day a fly waited at an iron gateway at the back of the hotel. This gateway opened into a side street and could be reached by going out at the kitchen door and crossing a small garden filled with onions and parsley. Inside the room Ella sat with her walking things on, whilst their father also waited in his armchair with his traveling ulster, hat and stick placed conveniently near him. Outside on the landing their boxes stood ready packed and strapped. Hitherto after a certain interval the gargon had tapped at the door and put his head into the room to announce that the omnibus had re- turned from meeting the steamer and that no- body in it had inquired for Mam’selle Pratt. Then Mademoiselle Pratt would reply: “Bien! nous resterons donc jusqu’a demain,” after which precautions were relaxed, the cab- man was sent away, a few necessaries were ex- tracted from the top of the trunks, and Chris and Ella usually went out together for a walk. Eom (e[6) (0 )(O) KS (E(o)