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 undispirited young exile revisiting the haunts of his childhood. He kept looking at the violet blue of the sky, at the scintillating air, at the scattered and multiplied patches of colour.

"Comme c'est bariolé, eh?" he said to his sister in that foreign tongue which they both appeared to feel a mysterious prompting occasionally to use.

"Yes, it is bariolé indeed," the Baroness answered. "I don't like the colouring; it hurts my eyes."

"It shows how extremes meet," the young man rejoined. "Instead of coming to the West we seem to have gone to the East. The way the sky touches the house-tops is just like Cairo; and the red and blue