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We reached Cettinje about two a.m., found the hotel open, and a room
ready for us, and in spite of our frozen limbs were soon asleep.
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CHAPTER X
THE HIGHWAY OF MONTENEGRO

We went next day to see the doctor, who was late, so we strolled out to
the market. They were selling grapes and figs, fresh walnuts, and lots
of little dried fish, strung on to rings of willow, from the lake of
Scutari. The scene, with the men in their costumes of red and blue, the
women all respectably dressed in long embroidered coats of pale blue or
white, and the village idiot, a man prancing about dressed in nothing
but a woman's overall, was very gay. We caught the doctor later. He was
talking with a Mrs. G----, an Englishwoman, from the hospital at
Podgoritza: she was trying to hustle him as one hustles the butcher who
has belated the meat. The doctor had let up his efforts since his orgy
of respectability in Scutari, and his beard and whiskers were enjoying a
half-inch holiday from the razor.


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