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Away to the left the coast took a magnificent sweep, past the clustering houses of Roccabruna, past the mountains at whose base Mentone nestled unseen, past the Italian frontier, past the bight of Ventimiglia, to where the Capo di Bordighera stood faintly outlined between sea and sky. There was not a solitary sail on the whole expanse of the Mediterranean.
But the palm has wandered off to Bordighera, and the high price of oil during the early part of this century has given unquestioned supremacy to the olive.
Scenery en route Bordighera Pegli Genoa Its magnificent situation The grandeur of its past The harbour Streets Palaces Churches Cathedral of San Lorenzo Sacred Catina Chapel of St. John the Baptist Italian Beggars Sudden change in the atmosphere The Campo Santo Shops of Genoa Marble promenade City of precipices Climate of Genoa.
Pulitzer would be one long succession of happy, care-free days spent along the languorous shores of the Mediterranean days of which perhaps two hours would be devoted to light conversation with my interesting host, and the remainder of my waking moments to the gaities of Monte Carlo, to rambles on the picturesque hillsides of Rapallo and Bordighera, or to the genial companionship of my fellow-secretaries under the snowy awnings of the yacht.
"So you have turned up, Angela," he remarked, looking at her a little nervously. "You remember Mrs. Smith-Lessing, don't you down at Bordighera, you know?" Angela shook her head, but she never glanced towards the woman who sat there with expectant smile. "I am afraid that I do not," she said. "I remember a good many things about Bordighera, but not Mrs. Smith-Lessing.
Living, as we perforce lived, in Europe, and being, as we perforce were, leisured Americans, which is as much as to say that we were un-American, we were thrown very much into the society of the nicer English. Paris, you see, was our home. Somewhere between Nice and Bordighera provided yearly winter quarters for us, and Nauheim always received us from July to September.
"You left London," he remarked tersely, "on December first. It is to-day February twentieth. Do you wish me to understand that you have been at Bordighera and San Remo all that time?" "How did you know when I left London?" Hunterleys demanded. Mr. Draconmeyer pursed his lips. "I heard of your departure from London entirely by accident," he said.
His last letter a long time ago; he is becoming a bad correspondent struck me as rather triste, even for him. I'm afraid he is not well." "Yes," said Eve slowly; "we went over to Bordighera one day while we were at Cannes, and we stayed a night at the hotel, but we didn't see Mr. Rainham. He had gone over to Monte Carlo." "Ah, poor fellow, what an idea! I wonder what dragged him there."
They have made two great borders of tall pink rose-bushes, with dwarf palms from Bordighera planted between, just giving the note of stiffness which one would expect to find in an old-fashioned garden. On one side is a large terrace with marble steps and balustrade, and beyond that, half hidden by a row of fruit-trees, a very good tennis court.
Only, the beautification has been quiet and unobtrusive, while the uglification has been obvious and concentrated. It takes half a year to jerry-build a dingy street, but it takes a decade for newly-planted trees to give the woodland air by imperceptible stages to a stretch of country. Yesterday, at Bordighera, I strolled up the hills behind the town to Sasso.
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