had ventured unveiled into the bazaar, and one of the lowest of
women had given her a blow on the face. On appealing to a policeman she
had received small comfort, as he told her she ought to be ashamed of
herself.
As we went home we met women coming home from the fair with unsold
carpets. They accosted us and wanted to know why we were writing them in
the morning so that they could tell their relatives all about it.
When we reached our bedroom the old innkeeper came in. In dulcet tones
she admired our purchases. We were rather stiff.
Suddenly she fell upon Jo's neck saying, "You mustn't be angry with me,"
and remained there explaining.
When she left, Jo looked gravely at Jan, took a toothcomb, let down her
hair, and worked hard for a while.
Next day we went for a long walk. As we were returning a terrific storm
burst over us. We had left our mackintoshes in the inn, and were soon
wet through. We got back just at supper time, and after, as Jan had no
change of clothing, he decided to go to bed in his wet things, heaping
blankets and rugs over himself in the hopes of being dry by the morrow.
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CHAPTER XII
THE HIGHWAY OF MONTENEGRO--II
Jan awoke nearly dry, or in a sort of warm dampness, at 4.30 a.m. Not a
soul was about, and we packed by candle. There was a purple dawn, and
the towering cliffs behind the minarets glowed a deep cerise for at
least ten minutes ere the light reached the town. The streets were still
and deserted, but at last an old man with a coffee machine on his back,
and a tin waistbelt full of pigeon-holes containing cups, took a seat at
a corner. At six he was surrounded by groups of Albanian workmen
drinking coffee, and he beckoned us to come and take coffee with him,
but we were suspicious of the cleanliness of his crockery. A
miserable-looking woman in widow's weeds was loitering about the door of
the post office, and with her was a tattered girl surrounded by trunks,
suit-cases, and bandboxes, so we guessed they were there to be fellow
passengers. A waggon loaded with boxes halted before them, but the widow
declined to let _her_ baggage go by it.
At last the post waggon came. It was a small springless openwork cart
with a rounded hood on it, so that it could roll when it upset--which
was the rule rather than the exception--luggage accommodation was
provided only for the "soap and tooth-brush" type of traveller; but the
widow insisted upon packing in all her
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