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 singing, as in the Italian towns. Sometimes, under the shade of a tree
on the public promenade, a dozen armed peasants will play at cards or
watch each other play; they never shout or wrangle; if they get hot over
the game, pistol shots ring out, and this always before the utterance of
any threat. The Corsican is grave and silent by nature. In the evening,
a few persons come out to enjoy the cool air, but the promenaders on the
Corso are nearly all of them foreigners; the islanders stay in front of
their own doors; each one seems on the watch, like a falcon over its
nest. CHAPTER IV When Miss Lydia had visited the house in which Napoleon
was born, and had procured, by means more or less moral, a fragment of
the wall-paper belonging to it, she, within two days of her landing in
Corsica, began to feel that profound melancholy which must overcome
every foreigner in a country whose unsociable inhabitants appear to
condemn him or her to a condition of utter isolation. She was already
regretting her headstrong caprice; but to go back at once would have
been to risk her reputation as an intrepid traveller, so she made up her
mind to be patient, and kill time as best she could. With this noble
resolution, she brought out her crayon