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hotel from my bed. This morning however I sallied out to drink the chicken broth and to walk with my glass in my hand up & down the promenade with all the other invalids. Old young middle aged, black, brown, fair, ugly, plain, goodlooking & handsome, the impotent, & lame, the halt & the blind, oh what a motley group was there. Some seeking health, some amusement, some wealth or the means to it perhaps, in a mate. It would be a curious speculation to know how few attain either.
After waiting for Mr Joy’s arrival till the midday diligence, my wife & I left Wiesbaden by a voiture for Frankfort. We passed by the large hotel of the 4 seasons & its group of
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