[The Inn at Munich]
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"We talked of pipe-clay regulation caps— Long twenty-fours—short culverins and mortars— Condemn'd the 'Horse Guards' for a set of raps, And cursed our fate at being in such quarters. Some smoked, some sighed, and some were heard to snore; Some wished themselves five fathoms 'neat the Solway; And some did pray—who never prayed before— That they might get the 'route' for Cork or Galway." |
CONTENTS
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[CHAPTER XXIV] The Gen d'Arme [CHAPTER XXV] The Inn at Chantraine [CHAPTER XXVI] Mr O'Leary [CHAPTER XXVII] Paris [CHAPTER XXVIII] Paris |