The Path to Rome by Hilaire Belloc
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woods. But when I wake I shall need food, for which,' I added, pulling
out yet another coin, 'I will pay whatever your charge may be; for a more delightful house I have rarely met with. I know most people do not sleep before sunset, but I am particularly tired and broken.' She showed me my bed then much more kindly, and when I woke, which was long after dusk, she gave me in the living room of the hut eggs beaten up with ham, and I ate brown bread and said grace. Then (my wine was not yet finished, but it is an abominable thing to drink your own wine in another person's house) I asked whether I could have something to drink. 'What you like,' she said. 'What have you?' said I. 'Beer,' said she. 'Anything else?' said I. 'No,' said she. 'Why, then, give me some of that excellent beer.' I drank this with delight, paid all my bill (which was that of a labourer), and said good-night to them. In good-nights they had a ceremony; for they all rose together and curtsied. Upon my soul I believe such people to be the salt of the |
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