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No one could explore these tremendous torrents, the Settite, Royan, Angrab, Salaam, and Atbara, without at once comprehending their effect upon the waters of the Nile.

It was in those days a long journey, for the railway was laid no farther than Tours, from whence the traveller must needs post to La Rochelle, and there take a boat to Royan that shallow harbour at the mouth of the Gironde. "Must have a change of cooking," he explained to Mrs. St. Pierre Lawrence. "Doctor says I am getting too stout."

Yes, it is a bad time to sell. Things are uncertain in France just now. One cannot even get one's meals properly served. Cook's head is full of politics, I suppose." "To-morrow morning in notes," repeated Mrs. St. Pierre Lawrence. "Now, your man at Royan was excellent kept his head all through and a light hand, too. Got him with you in Paris?" "No, I have not.

The zeriba of the camp at Royan had been already made and much of the ground cleared by the energy of the Soudanese division, which had been the first to arrive. An advanced depot was established at Royan island which was covered with white hospital tents, near which there was a forest of masts and sails.

It is not given to many to serve France as you have served her to serve a King as you have served one. It will be my business to see that both remember you. For France, I allow, sometimes forgets. Go to Royan, since you wish but it is only for a time. You will be called to Paris some day, that I promise you."

Loo made no answer. He had only seen John Turner once in his life for a short hour, in a room full of people, at Royan. The banker stared straight in front of him for a few moments. Then he raised his sleepy little eyes directly to Miriam's face. He heaved a sigh, and fell to studying the burning logs again. And the colour slowly rose to Miriam's cheeks.

It was in those days a long journey, for the railway was laid no farther than Tours, from whence the traveller must needs post to La Rochelle, and there take a boat to Royan that shallow harbour at the mouth of the Gironde. "Must have a change of cooking," he explained to Mrs. St. Pierre Lawrence. "Doctor says I am getting too stout."

The boat which had been sent from Royan, at the order of the pilot, who went ashore there, had followed "The Last Hope" up the river, and was now lying under the English ship's stern awaiting her two passengers and the turn of the tide. Dormer Colville glanced at the cabin clock. "Then," he said, briskly, "let us be going. It will be late enough as it is before we reach my cousin's house."

Pierre Lawrence, addressed to her at her villa near Royan, and then proceeded to his dinner with the grave face of the careful critic. The next morning he received the answer, at his breakfast-table, in the apartment he had long occupied in the Avenue d'Antin. But he did not open the envelope. He had telegraphed to Mrs. St.

The intervening country was the high and flat table-land of rich soil, that characterises the course of the Settite and Atbara rivers; this land was covered with hegleek trees of considerable size, and the descent to the Royan was through a valley, torn and washed by the rains, similar in appearance to that of the Settite, but upon a small scale, as the entire width did not exceed a mile.