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TOWARDS THE END OF AN EVENING'S SERENADE IN OLD SEVILLE
When the dazzling sun disappears behind the horizon the city of Seville
comes to life. Gardens, almost deserted during the heat of the day, are
thronged with people, and there is not a seat vacant under the palms and
orange trees. Along the streets cloaked figures with guitars make soft
music in the moonlight — friendly greetings which not infrequently
end in lovers' meetings
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FRILLS AND FLOUNCES OF OLD GUERNSEY FASHION
Ladies of a past generation, with their fans and mittens, poke-bonnets,
and silken scarves, they make a picturesque group in this tranquil,
ivy-walled garden. And there are other "Voices of the Past" of which
Guernsey may be justly proud. Tangible reminders of Stone and Bronze
Age cults are everywhere in evidence, and sacred stones, wells, trees,
and hills abound in this island charged with so many mysterious potencies
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