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Title: Three Vassar girls abroad. Rambles of three college girls on a vacation trip through France and Spain for amusement and instruction. With their haps and mishaps
Year: 1883 (1880s)
Authors: Champney, Elizabeth W. (Elizabeth Williams), 1850-1922
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Publisher: Boston, Estes and Lauriat
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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HOTEL DE CLUNY. going to paint an interior, a carved fire-place, which one sees lookingout from that bed-room. Well, Ill go with you, Maud, for I must choose between thatand the excursion which Saint makes out to the Donjon of Vincennes.The churches are dreary enough sometimes, and I know I could notstand a prison. Is Saint going alone ? 38 THREE VASSAR GIRLS ABROAD. No, those wofully tedious friends of hers, the Shawmuts, invitedher. They want her to go with them, too, to the Abbey of St. Denis.They seem to have come to France on purpose to find all the gloomyand repulsive places. The very look of the photograph of the Donjon
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THE DONJON OF VINCENNES. of VIncennes was enough to frighten me from going there. Mrs.Shawmut was telling, too, a tragic story of the assassination of theDue d Enghlen, which occurred there. I am sure I should see the -young mans ghost In every shadowy corner. FRENCH SOCIETY. ^q I am not sure but you would find the excursion an entertainingone. I remember Dumas made the place vividly real to me in hisTrois Mousquetaires. Indeed, I am not sorry I came here instead of going to thedungeon, Barbara exclaimed, as they mounted the curious staircase ofthe Hotel Cluny, and entered the armor-hung hall; it is just theplace for an adventure of some sort. There is an assassin behind thattapestry, I am morally certain, and if we wait until dusk, a ghost willglide across that gallery. There are blood-stains yonder on thepolished oak floor, and Borgia poisons in those old Venetian glasses.— Dear, dear, it is just too lovely for anything. It is the best place in Paris to paint a medieval interior,

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