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lhe Baths of Gastein. 299 and two or three times a day would walk up and down the wandelbahn for twenty minutes, leaning on the arm of a servant whose face for ugliness might have rivalled the sphinx. The hotel-keeper had evi- dently retired upon his fortune, and was accompanied by his daughter ; a loud, vulgar girl, who gave herself an unlimited amount of airs, and walked about with a Grecian bend and dressed in the very extreme of fashion. From his seat, the ex-inn-keeper could be seen down each side the , table, with his stern, impenetrable, immovable expression, like a skeleton cee INTERIOR OF A COTTAGE. at a feast. His daughter graced his nght hand, but as I happened to be on that side also, some ten seats down, her charms were lost to me. First on the left came a little old man, thin and wiry, with a large, stiff shirt collar, looking for all the world as if he had marched out of one of Dickens’s books. I quite warmed towards him for his old-fashioned quaintness, his familiar, English appearance. But.he (was German to the back-bone ; had never been in England; and never read Dickens. . ECOMICHOOOKS.COM