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Beyond a bare, weather-all, about a hundred paces fro as they drank their wine, was the village of the Catalans Long ago this ue of land on which it is to this day Whence it caue One of its chiefs, who understood Provencal, begged the coive them this bare and barren promontory, where, like the sailors of old, they had run their boats ashore The request was granted; and three months afterwards, around the twelve or fifteen sypsies of the sea, a sular and picturesque manner, half Moorish, half Spanish, still remains, and is inhabited by descendants of the first coe of their fathers For three or four centuries they have remained upon this sht of seabirds, without , and preserving their original customs and the costue

Our readers will follow us along the only street of this little village, and enter with us one of the houses, which is sunburned to the beautiful dead-leaf color peculiar to the buildings of the country, and within coated ash, like a Spanish posada A young and beautiful girl, with hair as black as jet, her eyes as velvety as the gazelle's, was leaning with her back against the wainscot, rubbing in her slender delicately ers a bunch of heath blosso on the floor; her arms, bare to the elbow, brown, and modelled after those of the Arlesian Venus, moved with a kind of restless impatience, and she tapped the earth with her arched and supple foot, so as to display the pure and full shape of her well-turned leg, in its red cotton, gray and blue clocked, stocking At three paces fros, leaning his elbow on an old worat her with an air in which vexation and uneasiness were led He questioned her with his eyes, but the firirl controlled his look

"You see, Mercedes," said the young ain; tell ?"