This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 edition. Excerpt: ...than a horrid fraud. I hardly saw a real balloonshaped mynheer the whole time, and all I can say is, that if I go on as I am doing now, I shall require a much larger measure myself than any Dutchman I clapped eyes on in that same country. In answer to my indignant look and British invectives the man pointed ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 edition. Excerpt: ...than a horrid fraud. I hardly saw a real balloonshaped mynheer the whole time, and all I can say is, that if I go on as I am doing now, I shall require a much larger measure myself than any Dutchman I clapped eyes on in that same country. In answer to my indignant look and British invectives the man pointed his hand towards an advancing procession as a matter concerning me personally; which it most undoubtedly and unpleasantly did. First, I beheld the boy in buttons from our hotel, who had outstripped the rest. Not long after him was the porter. Then came the two waiters side by side. Then the landlord. Then the French lady and the chambermaid. They were all running, all red in the face, and all gesticulating at me. Before I could recover from my bewilderment the boy in buttons was up to me. He instantly caught hold of Mrs. Doxiter's waterproof, which I struggled to retain. In another instant the boots had caught hold of the boy's jacket, the porter was holding on to the boots, the waiters were holding on to the porter, the landlord had a tail of each waiter as if he were driving a pair, and the French lady and the chamber-maid had an arm each round the landlord. I failed of course to win the tug of war against such overwhelming odds, and had to relinquish my colours. I need hardly add that a crowd of idlers instantly collected. Purple with rage, I demanded of the landlord, who spoke rather broken English, the reason for this outrage. "Reason, you say? You do steal, and then you ask why you may not do so. Is that it?" "Steal! What do you mean?" I roared. "Zis cloak, you take it from a lady's room. You come out of ze room and are seen by ze chambermaid, ze lady who it own, ze porter, all ze world. You puff, you pant, you look red in ze face, and...
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