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Identifier: hungary00stok (find matches)
Title: Hungary
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Stokes, Adrian, 1854-1935 Stokes, Marianne
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Publisher: London : A. and C. Black
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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ut at last an enginesteamed by, and, before the train had stopped, thedoor of a first-class carriage was thrown open.In a blue cloud of tobacco smoke, a confusionof brown leather coat and fur rug crowned by agreen hat ornamented with rare plumes wildlybeckoned me to jump in. The Waldmeister hadarrived at last! He warmly welcomed me, andI was soon snugly ensconced among the fur-linedovercoats, game-bags, travelling-bags, cartridge-cases, and guns which strewed the seats. Anaccident had caused the delay, but a telegramhad been despatched, so that when we alightedwe were met by an open carriage and pair ofhorses which took us at a spanking pace overthe paved road leading to the home of the gentle-man who was to be our host—a large one-storiedhouse near the middle of a small town. Mr. X. was Hungarian, a landed proprietor andMember of Parliament; his wife was Rumanian,handsome and accomplished. At supper—which,out of compliment to me, had quite an English A GIPSYS CASTLE, TRANSYLVANIA
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ESZTERGOM (GRAN), BUDAPEST, AND BAGS 273 character—the lady spoke French and Englishperfectly, and seemed to prefer either to theGerman language in which I tried to conversewith her husband. In middle-class families generally, but especiallyin the Bacska, it is the custom when guests arepresent to propose many toasts, and it is consideredchurlish for anyone to drink without first raisinghis glass to another person, who will then returnthe compliment. Thus, when the lady had retired,we drank to our wives, to our countries, to ourfriends, to one another, etc., and finished with alast toast to Szent Janos (St. John), which wasnew to me then, and which comes when nothingelse can be thought of. Escorted to our sleepingapartment through great rooms hung with whatseemed to be ancient tapestry, but which provedin the morning to be but modern imitation, wesought that repose needed to prepare us for anearly start on the morrow. During the earlier part of the evening I learntthat there were fi

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