Mr. Barnes of New York [antikvár]

MR. BARNES OF NEW YORK.BOOK 1. THE DUEL AT AJACCIO.CHAPTER L waiting."Yes, I rather imagine this is the exact spot," says Mr. Burton H. Barnes, of New York, to the venerable host of the very old and very dilapidated little inn that stands on the shores of the Gulf of Ajaccio, near where the Bastia road turns inland, and, following up the Gravona torrent, first through the orange and citron groves of the fertile Campoloro and then over hills covered with the vine and olive, is lost in the chestnut woods that hide the lower slopes of the great Monte dell' Oro.Nothing can be in more vivid and striking contrast than the man and his surroundings; the light civilization of an exponent of New York fashion of the year 1882 stands face to face with the barbaric romance of the old Corsican scene and the mediaeval picturesqueness of the native costume of the old innkeeper, who curiously asks,