Our guide regarded his native town with disdain. Its narrow streets and dingy aspect he pointed out with ironical pomp.
"This, you see, is our main street. Magnificent you cannot deny!" Had he not travelled and seen better things?
But the great monuments?
The youth shrugged his shoulders.
For those who liked that sort of thing——!
ON THE GRAND CANAL, MARTIGUES.
By Joseph Pennell.
From behind blinds of discreet windows inquiring heads might often be seen peering out at our quaint procession of three, and our guide would then pull himself up and step out with a brisk experienced stride, as of one who has relations with a world that is not Orange!
But those faces dimly seen behind blinds—one smiled, but they brought a shiver at the same time.