A Servant of Satan: Romantic Career of Prado the Assassin — page 193: what you’re looking at

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A SERVANT OF SATAN. 185 - Assoon as Frederick had recovered sufficiently to travel, he left Madrid with his wife for a few weeks’ sojourn at Biarritz, on the Bay of Biscay. The weather was not yet hot enough to be disagreeable, and the sea-breeze proved very beneficial to him. The pretty bathing resort, farfrom being deserted at this season of the year, still contained,a — considerable number of English, American, and Russian families who had been wintering there, and the Casino was nearly as animated and frequented as in the months of Sep- tember and October, which constitute the fashionable — season of Biarritz. | One morning Frederick, who could now walk without any difficulty, proposed to his wife that they should go fora stroll to the Vieux-Port, and they set off in high spirits, taking a path along the shore, which latter is lined here with lofty cliffs, in which large and mysterious-looking caves have been excavated by the waves. It was a lovely day, although the sun was not shining. Both sea and sky were of that delicate pearly tint which reminds one of the inside of a shell; the violets were thick in the hedges, and the yellow blossoms of the butterwort were flung like so many gold pieces over the brown furrows ofthe fields. Far . below them the sea was fullof life; market boats and fishing boats, skiffs and canoes of all kinds, with striped sails, were crossing each other on its surface. There were lovely white wreaths of mist to the southward, airy and suggestive as the vail of a bride, and the silver-shining wings of ascore of white sea-gulls dipped now and again in the hollows of - the lazy wavelets. -Theair was full of the intense perfume — of the trees, which were starred all over with their white and pink blossoms. In the distance the beautiful coast of Spain stretched away into endless realms of sparkling, though subdued, light, and the lofty range of the Pyrenees rose blue and snow-crowned behind the fairy shore of this enchanted paradise. | Eomicbooks.co =)