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216 The Cruise of the Reserve Squadron. Mr. Jago and Broadley looked at each other, and I felt how often looks can express infinitely more than words. ‘Our wisest plan is to have some luncheon before going out again,” I remarked. ‘‘ We shall thus, as far as possible, be fortified against all evils.” | “ Decidedly the best thing, sir !” cried the landlord, briskly. ‘‘ And if I make these gentlemen some Moorish tea—a sort of lemon mint much used in this part of the world—it will at once put strength and spirit into them.” | “An excellent decoction,” said Mr. Jago, reviving. ‘‘I’ve heard — —=, Ate. a y — ito ——— = 3" —— — Ss _ ' } t, —__ = = = < Fae ene BARN Ai = su Aes Ta i 7 is: TANGIERS, FROM THE SEA, of it before, and place great faith in it. Bring us a good supply, landlord.” After lunch and the lemon tea they seemed to recover health and spirits. We sallied forth to reconnoitre this town, that had not changed its manners and customs for a thousand years. It was smaller than we had anticipated, with narrow streets all up and down hill, and houses for the most part poor and insignificant. Not a street in the whole place seemed given up to anything repre- senting wealth or fashion. Originally the houses had nearly all been white ; the greater part were so still; it is a necessity as well as a virtue, and, as far as possible, keeps the heat of the sun from pene- trating into the interiors. Shops, such as we see in European towns, were not visible, and Gomilchbooks7co