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It lies very low, however, and does all it can to escape observation; and it is not until he is almost within its streets that he discovers it. IT LIES VERY LOW HOWEVER AND DOES ALL IT CAN TO ESCAPE OBSERVATION AND IT IS NOT UNTIL HE IS ALMOST WITHIN ITS STREETS THAT HE DISCOVERS IT
it dawn upon him that there is no towel. That is their notion of fun! I thought of the handkerchiefs in my bag, but to get to them I should have to pass compartments containing ladies, and I was only in early morning dress. So I had to wipe myself with a newspaper which I happened to have in my pocket, and a more unsatisfactory thing to dry oneself upon I cannot conceive. I woke up B. when I got back to the carriage, and persuaded him to go and have a wash; and in listening to the distant sound of his remarks when he likewise discovered that there was no towel, the recollection of my own discomfiture passed gently away. Ah! how true it is, as good people tell us, that in thinking of the sorrows of others, we learn to forget our own! For fifty miles before one reaches Munich, the land is flat, stale, and apparently very unprofitable, and there is little to interest the looker-out. He sits straining his eyes towards the horizon, eagerly longing for some sign of the city to come in sight. Y SOAKED AND THEN TO LET IT DAWN UPON HIM THAT THERE IS NO TOWEL THAT IS THEIR NOTION OF FUN I THOUGHT OF THE HANDKERCHIEFS IN MY BAG BUT TO GET TO THEM I SHOULD HAVE TO PASS COMPARTMENTS CONTAINING LADIES AND I WAS ONLY AN EARLY MORNING DRESS SO I HAD TO WIPE MYSELF WITH A NEWSPAPER WHICH I HAPPENED TO HAVE IN MY POCKET AND A MORE UNSATISFACTORY THING TO DRY ONESELF UPON I CANNOT CONCEIVE I WOKE UP B WHEN I GOT BACK TO THE CARRIAGE AND PERSUADED HIM TO GO AND HAVE A WASH AND IN LISTENING TO THE DISTANT SOUND OF HIS REMARKS WHEN HE LIKEWISE DISCOVERED THAT THERE WAS NO TELL THE RECOLLECTION OF MY OWN DISCOMFITURE PASSED GENTLY AWAY AH HOW TRUE IT IS AS GOOD PEOPLE TELL US THAT IN THINKING OF THE SORROWS OF OTHERS WE LEARN TO FORGET OUR OWN FOR FIFTY MILES BEFORE ONE REACHES MUNICH THE LAND IS FLAT STALE AND APPARENTLY VERY UNPROFITABLE AND THERE IS LITTLE TO INTEREST THE LOOKER OUT HE SITS STRAINING HIS EYES TOWARDS THE HORIZON EAGERLY LONGING FOR SOME SIGN OF THE CITY TO COME IN SIGHT
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