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The railway stations are so crowded that it is almost impossible, at the Gare of Saint-Lazare or at the Quai d'Orsay to get anywhere near the booking office. Motor-cabs are being hired at extravagant prices to convey families to Tours, Orleans, Le Mans, or Bordeaux. The bearing of the public however by no means resembles that of "nerves," and less still a panic. I lunched to-day with Mr.
He has introduced into the theatre the things that no one else had introduced into a theatre the things in the street outside. The theatre is a sort of thing which proudly sends a hansom-cab across the stage as Realism, while everybody outside is whistling for motor-cabs.
Now that they had been brought up sharp by service of this petition, had he not a lever with which he could force them apart? 'But if I don't act at once, he thought, 'it will be too late, now they've had this thing. I'll go and see him; I'll go down! And, sick with nervous anxiety, he sent out for one of the 'new-fangled' motor-cabs.
Now that they had been brought up sharp by service of this petition, had he not a lever with which he could force them apart? 'But if I don't act at once, he thought, 'it will be too late, now they've had this thing. I'll go and see him; I'll go down! And, sick with nervous anxiety, he sent out for one of the 'new-fangled' motor-cabs.
I bought a bicycle to-day at Peugeot's in the Avenue of the Grande Armee, because it is hopeless to get cabs or motor-cabs. While there, the shop was requisitioned by an officer, who took away with him three hundred bicycles for the army. The aspect of the main thoroughfares in the Opera quarter, the center of English and American tourist traffic, was depressing in the extreme this afternoon.
When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs, carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge.
No one can carry anything but hand luggage, and porters are not allowed to pass the gates, so one had to carry one's bundles one's self across the wide, paved court. However, it is less trying to do this than it was in other days, as one runs no risk from flying motor-cabs. We did not leave Paris until six it was already dark and there were few lights along the road.
There is no illusion, and no dreaming, in modern life. Look at this street. La, la!" In the darkened Strand, hundreds of khaki-clad figures and girls were streaming by, and all their voices had a hard, half-jovial vulgarity. The motor-cabs and buses pushed along remorselessly; newspaper-sellers muttered their ceaseless invitations.
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