It is a cold and melancholy November morning in the year 1891. London never was smokier or smuttier in all its dingy life. A drizzling rain comes down unceasingly from the low and colourless sky, and the gloom of a chill and clinging fog is in the ends of the muddy streets. On a shadowy platform inC haring Cross Station, hard by the train forD over, stand a father and his three daughters and his daughters Welsh maid, anE nglish family, saith a critic of their former travels, whether real or fictitious we know not. This is really too bad! Pray, Mr Critic, how would you like to have it insinuated that you were a figment of your own imagination? The travellers are already known to such as have perused their Palestine wanderings,1 and their introduction need not be a lengthy one. There is I rene the tender-hearted, and Philippa the business-like, andS ebaste, who gathers much 1S eeS ketches fromE astern Travel, Blackwood sM agazine, 1892.
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