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╰┈➤ if you enjoyed these books growing up then 1) your sense of humor is immaculate and 2) you’re either in pre-med or you’re a detective there’s no in between
#premeditated myrtle#a series of unfortunate events#murder most unladylike#they lost their heads!#don’t read this book before bed#the mysterious benedict society#elizabeth c bunce#lemony snicket#trenton lee stewart#robin stevens#carlyn beccia#anna claybourne#literature#children’s book#children’s literature
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#Enola Holmes#Myrtle Hardcastle#Wells and Wong#robin stevens#Nancy Springer#Elizabeth C. Bunce#Love That? Read This!#The Case of the Missing Marquess#murder is bad manners#premeditated myrtle
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Title: Premeditated Myrtle | Author: Elizabeth C. Bunce | Publisher: Algonquin Young Readers (2020)
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Middle School Monday: Premeditated Myrtle: A Myrtle Hardcastle Mystery by Elizabeth C. Bunce
12-year-old Myrtle Hardcastle is naturally curious about the world around her, and she wants to follow in her parents’ footsteps of law and medicine. Sometimes her curiosity gets her into trouble, like when she notices some Mysterious Circumstances at her neighbor’s house (by observing it with a telescope), and then contacts the police. It turns out that Myrtle’s neighbor Miss Woodhouse died overnight, from what appear to be natural causes. But Myrtle doesn’t believe it, and neither does her governess Miss Judson.
Together, Myrtle and Miss Judson will work to prove that Miss Woodhouse was, in fact, murdered. But that will be an uphill battle since nobody else believes them, not even the town prosecutor … Myrtle’s father.
This book, the first in the Myrtle Hardcastle Mystery series set in Victorian England, will keep readers hooked with Myrtle’s quick wits and hilarious sarcasm. Readers will also keep turning the pages to find out if Myrtle and Miss Judson can stay out of trouble long enough to solve this murder.
Give this book to older kids and younger teens who enjoy historical mysteries and smart girls who love science!
#Middle School Monday#Premeditated Myrtle#Myrtle Hardcastle Mystery#Elizabeth C. Bunce#Kid Lit#mystery#STEM#STEAM#Kingsbridge Library#NYPL
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I stripped off my shoes and socks, pausing at my shirt-buttons. Father was still watching me. It made the process of slipping each mother-of-pearl button from its button-hole seem charged, the thrill of being observed dancing through me, my nerves and skin alight with awareness of each movement of my body or his. I pulled my shirt-front open. Water shifted around his hands. I slipped my shirt from my shoulders as water rippled out from his, dipping beneath the pond’s surface. Sun burned violently hot across the backs of my thighs as I shed my trousers and pants in one go, and I was aware of each hair on my body pricking up in nervous anticipation of my father’s appraisal.
His Hair, Full of Blooms
Tom Jr./Tom Sr., E, Ch. 2 of 2 [AO3]
Reflection below the cut.
I worried a lot about writing father-son incest for my Toms. I’ve written so much of these two finding a healthy, familial, platonic love—Ganymede remains one of my proudest achievements—that for a good long while, I fretted that anything incestuous would devalue the work I’d done there. I would never want a potential reader to doubt the sincerity behind Ganymede because I’d also written incest for these characters.
What pushed me over the hump was, well, the understanding that a consensual, romantic, mid-length take on this was never going to happen otherwise. And I want that for the ship tag, just as I more generally want my fic to provide an alternative interpretation of Tom/V that allows for him to seem relatable, and human, and content. I get it, as I’ve adjusted to what it means to be in this section of fandom. What draws me here looks a little bit different, and constitutes a small proportion of the overall fic tagged for Voldemort. But, with that said: there are only three other works in the Tom/Tom Sr. tag, at present, and consensual sex wouldn’t magically appear through my wishing.
Which—this was a tough premise to find. Incest isn’t… healthy, trite as that is to say, and both characters carry so much baggage around their relationships to each other, and to themselves, that navigating some way for them to want to have sex was going to be difficult. It wouldn’t happen at their first meeting. I had been kicking around the idea of a Tom who inherits his magic from his father’s side for a while, and that proved the key to this story, as it creates a Tom who (a) feels betrayed by his encounter with his uncle, and (b) doesn’t have the history with the Chamber and murdering a fellow student to get in the way. He’s never killed, he hasn’t had that first accident—I see Myrtle Warren’s death as unintentional, not premeditated—and no matter how angry he might be with the idea of his father abandoning him, it would be a big hurdle to jump from that straight to his first (three) murders. No, Tommy’s got the dual revelation that his mother’s side didn’t pass down their magic as expected and his father’s still actually alive all at once, which slows him just enough to get the pieces in place. And then, well, the story can happen.
It’s a slower burn than many of my mid-length stories, but fitting, I think. Tom’s only 16 when we begin; I haven’t given him any prior experience, and seducing one’s own father is a tough ask for a virgin. I like, though, the many instances of yearning, pining, and unfulfilled desire that litter the fic instead. They fill the role of multiple sex scenes for me, emotionally, as I read. Tom Jr. not quite getting his release makes him hyperaware of so many other details, which was fun to write—the first-person POV let me be overwrought and florid, because adolescent Tom is precisely that kind of self-absorbed. Of course, I don’t let him off too easy, and he’s also frank with his insecurities. I recommend reading for all of the times he refers to vomiting, nearly-vomiting, fainting, wanting to die, and looking foolish. He’s written as a consumptive Victorian heroine, in other words. He’s highly aware of this. He probably thinks it makes him more attractive.
I don’t resolve anything regarding Senior’s assault by Merope, or how Junior and Senior will navigate maintaining an incestuous relationship. I wanted the story to feel hopeful, and the romance to be happy and reciprocated, rather than let either get bogged down by the long-term challenges these two would face. It ends when they consummate, because that is a high point. I want a realism of feeling, not a realism of “two decades of secrecy until they’re both old enough that no one really cares that they’re still single.” I don’t want the crisis that my Tom Jr. always faces when he realizes that he was the product of rape. Those didn’t fit the thesis, so they are omitted.
Combined with that hyper-emotional yearning I mentioned before, the resulting fic is all style, sort of like if I put on all of my Gucci and Prada and Celine at once. It demands to be seen. I hope it lands as an intensity of feeling and leaves the reader joyful. It isn’t what I’ve read before in parent-child incest fic, and I don’t recommend it on the merits of that kink. I like it as a chance for two characters who have been through so much—in their own stories, and with me as their author—to be happy.
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25-Any big or small decisions you have to make?
Not that I can think of…
17- a book you’re currently reading?
Premeditated Myrtle! It’s pretty good. I just keep getting stuck because I started it during school. XD
2- coffee or tea?
BOTH
23- a song that makes you feel powerful?
Hunted by Steve Jablonsky
29- do you play an instrument?
Piano!!! And a slight bit of ocarina.
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Her name is Myrtle :)
vv More character details under the cut vv
She's a creature of the swamp, who is fiery but despite her loud exterior, is very observant. She loves to play tricks on people, and tends to get away with it.
She's got leafy-textured hair, and wears one of those workout tank tops that shows off the sports bra underneath(Because why not).
If you have any suggestions, feel free to shoot them over! I don't know what I'm doing :D
#I may have forgotten my signature on this#but it's a concept sketch so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#Myrtle CJ#cartoon jumpers#adadrewit#this isn't really something premeditated but I was trying to figure out her character via doodles and got this nice one out
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Fortnight of Books: 2021
Day 9:
Favorite non-romance relationship: Myrtle Hardcastle + anyone, with particular shout-outs to her governess and great-aunt (Premeditated Myrtle, How to Get Away With Myrtle, and Cold-blooded Myrtle by Elizabeth C. Bunce)
Best non-fiction book: Why We Are Restless: On the Modern Quest for Contentment by Benjamin Storey and Jenna Silber Storey
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April 2021 Wrap-Up
Books read, in rough order of personal worth-it-ness:
Empire of Pain - Patrick Radden Keefe (One family, Big Pharma, legal shenanigans, and OxyContin.)
- Jewish subjects and minor 🏳️🌈 subjects — but most are terrible people
Ace - Angela Chen (Asexuality 201)
- 🏳️🌈, BIPOC, author of colour, #ownvoices
Fred Gets Dressed - Peter Brown (Fred finds his parents’ closet.)
- 🏳️🌈-adjacent
Cloud Cuckoo Land - Anthony Doerr (An Ancient Greek story, and hope, unite disparate characters across time.)
Out in September.
- 🏳️🌈 character, autistic (?) character, Muslim characters
The Book of the City of Ladies - Christine de Pizan, Rosalind Brown-Grant (Translator) (Medieval proto-feminism.)
The Hidden Palace - Helene Wecker (The Golem and Jinni, and their compatriots, struggle with change.) Out in June.
- Jewish characters, POC
The Space Between Worlds - Micaiah Johnson (A woman from the slums travels the multiverse and discovers a murder.)
- BIPOC, 🏳️🌈, #ownvoices
Return of the Trickster - Eden Robinson (Jared vs. the Monsters, Take Three: Electric Boogaloo.)
BIPOC, 🏳️🌈 secondary character, #ownvoices, 🇨🇦
Premeditated Myrtle - Elizabeth C. Bunce (Can a 12-year-old detective solve a murder that everyone thinks was old age?)
- BIPOC secondary characters
The Memory Theater - Karin Tidbeck (A boy and girl escape the eternal Gardens in search of a name.)
- 🏳️🌈 adjacent, 🏳️🌈 author
Spider-Gwen: Ghost-Spider, Vol. 2: The Impossible Year - Seanan McGuire (Who is Gwen Stacy, when everyone knows she’s a Spider?)
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BIPOC side characters, 🏳️🌈 author
Julián at the Wedding - Jessica Love (Julián goes to a wedding and makes a friend.)
- 🏳️🌈, BIPOC
Serpentine - Philip Pullman (Lyra has questions about daemons.)
One to Watch - Kate Stayman-London (A fat fashion blogger gets talked into being a Bachelorette.)
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fat characters, BIPOC and 🏳️🌈 side characters
We Could Be Heroes - Mike Chen (A hero and villain meet in a support group and team up to find their lost memories.)
- BIPOC, 🏳️🌈 (but almost footnote), #ownvoices
The Lost Apothecary - Sarah Penner (A secretive apothecary, a housemaid, and the almost-historian who intersects their story 200 years later.)
- disabled MC
The Paris Library - Janet Skeslien Charles (A librarian in WWII Paris, and the teen who meets her in the 1980s.)
- Jewish side character
Currently Reading
Jay’s Gay Agenda - Jason June (New year + new city = gayer life?) Out in June.
- 🏳️🌈, #ownvoices
The Penguin Complete Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle (Victorian detective stories)
- disabled character
Stats
Monthly total: 17 + 0
Yearly total: 57 + 2
Queer books: 8
#ownvoices POC books: 3.5
Canadian authors: 1
Read any of these? Interested in them? I’m happy to talk about my thoughts further!
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Myrtle Hardcastle mysteries by Elizabeth C. Bunce, with cover art by Brett Helquist
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Prudent to encounter the difficulties and fatigues
Captain W—1 who had accompanied me from London, and who had been confined for some days by a rheumatic complaint, not thinking it prudent to encounter the difficulties and fatigues to which we were likely to be exposed, decided on staying here until he should be reestablished. This, of course, lessened our party ; but Captain M—2 and I persisted in our intention, and now all our arrangements being made, we took our leave of the amiable and friendly family from whom we had received so much kindness, and at four o’clock in the evening we set out on our journey.
Mr. L— the younger, and Mr. M—3, brother to the young ladies I have before mentioned as members of Mr. L—’s4 family, insisted on accompanying us part of the way to Bournat-Bat,5 five miles and an half from Smyrna, where we intended to pass the night. Captain M— and I were mounted on very good horses, which our friends had procured for us for our whole journey. Our party consisted of seven persons, one of them a janissary, who served us as guide, the rest servants and a black slave, to drive our mules that carried our beds, baggage, etc.
Never in my life was I more charmed with an evening ride! The country had the appearance of richness. We saw some cotton plantations and a variety of shrubs, the spontaneous productions of the soil ; and the month of the year, though December, bore all the appearance at the finest evening in June. The air was warm, the sky serene; the birds were singing on every bush; the spring had already commenced, and vegetables of various kinds were growing spontaneously on each side of the road.
What most particularly engrossed my attention were the hedges of myrtle which form the most common fence to the gardens about Smyrna two-brothers, and are here and there interspersed with the wild geranium, in full bloom. These hedges diffused the most fragrant as well as the most refreshing odours. The most common trees, in the neighbourhood of Smyrna, I observed to be the orange and lemon and a variety of evergreens.
We arrived at the little village just as silent night was about to draw her sable mantle over the earth.
Fountain of Diana
I had almost forgotten the Fountain of Diana, which is on the road to Bournat-Bat. Indeed were it not for the fineness of the spring, which is in this country a great acquisition, and the name of the chaste goddess with which tradition has honoured it, it would little merit attention. The remains of an arch, apparently a very ancient structure, by which it was covered, are still visible; and some slabs of marble are placed beside the spring in form of an oblong square, on which the story says that [the] goddess and her nymphs were wont to perform their ablutions.
This part of the fable, I believe, induced us to examine the well with more attention than we should have otherwise done ; and however impious it might be, we could not suppress a wish that the goddess and her nymphs had been there, hoping that we should be thought at least as worthy of their divine favour as Messrs. Pan, Orion, and Endymion, with all of whom the chastity of the goddess has been impeached, notwithstanding her most singular petition to Jove to grant her that, which to deprive others of, he had assumed so many forms, under all of which he was equally successful. Oh happy ye, when a Cuckoo, a Bull or a Swan (how different from our times!) had equal influence over the female mind with a shower of gold!
Bournat-Bat, situated at the opposite [side] of the Bay of Smyrna, is a very neat village, and can boast of having the best house in all Asia for the reception of travellers. It is kept by an Italian woman, who keeps a billiard table. This house is properly speaking the Vauxhall of Smyrna, and a place of meeting for amusement and recreation for all the captains of the trading vessels in the Bay. The lady did us the honour of presiding at table, and as she had no doubt premeditated a long bill, she also entertained us with long stories, by way of passing the time more pleasantly.
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Prudent to encounter the difficulties and fatigues
Captain W—1 who had accompanied me from London, and who had been confined for some days by a rheumatic complaint, not thinking it prudent to encounter the difficulties and fatigues to which we were likely to be exposed, decided on staying here until he should be reestablished. This, of course, lessened our party ; but Captain M—2 and I persisted in our intention, and now all our arrangements being made, we took our leave of the amiable and friendly family from whom we had received so much kindness, and at four o’clock in the evening we set out on our journey.
Mr. L— the younger, and Mr. M—3, brother to the young ladies I have before mentioned as members of Mr. L—’s4 family, insisted on accompanying us part of the way to Bournat-Bat,5 five miles and an half from Smyrna, where we intended to pass the night. Captain M— and I were mounted on very good horses, which our friends had procured for us for our whole journey. Our party consisted of seven persons, one of them a janissary, who served us as guide, the rest servants and a black slave, to drive our mules that carried our beds, baggage, etc.
Never in my life was I more charmed with an evening ride! The country had the appearance of richness. We saw some cotton plantations and a variety of shrubs, the spontaneous productions of the soil ; and the month of the year, though December, bore all the appearance at the finest evening in June. The air was warm, the sky serene; the birds were singing on every bush; the spring had already commenced, and vegetables of various kinds were growing spontaneously on each side of the road.
What most particularly engrossed my attention were the hedges of myrtle which form the most common fence to the gardens about Smyrna two-brothers, and are here and there interspersed with the wild geranium, in full bloom. These hedges diffused the most fragrant as well as the most refreshing odours. The most common trees, in the neighbourhood of Smyrna, I observed to be the orange and lemon and a variety of evergreens.
We arrived at the little village just as silent night was about to draw her sable mantle over the earth.
Fountain of Diana
I had almost forgotten the Fountain of Diana, which is on the road to Bournat-Bat. Indeed were it not for the fineness of the spring, which is in this country a great acquisition, and the name of the chaste goddess with which tradition has honoured it, it would little merit attention. The remains of an arch, apparently a very ancient structure, by which it was covered, are still visible; and some slabs of marble are placed beside the spring in form of an oblong square, on which the story says that [the] goddess and her nymphs were wont to perform their ablutions.
This part of the fable, I believe, induced us to examine the well with more attention than we should have otherwise done ; and however impious it might be, we could not suppress a wish that the goddess and her nymphs had been there, hoping that we should be thought at least as worthy of their divine favour as Messrs. Pan, Orion, and Endymion, with all of whom the chastity of the goddess has been impeached, notwithstanding her most singular petition to Jove to grant her that, which to deprive others of, he had assumed so many forms, under all of which he was equally successful. Oh happy ye, when a Cuckoo, a Bull or a Swan (how different from our times!) had equal influence over the female mind with a shower of gold!
Bournat-Bat, situated at the opposite [side] of the Bay of Smyrna, is a very neat village, and can boast of having the best house in all Asia for the reception of travellers. It is kept by an Italian woman, who keeps a billiard table. This house is properly speaking the Vauxhall of Smyrna, and a place of meeting for amusement and recreation for all the captains of the trading vessels in the Bay. The lady did us the honour of presiding at table, and as she had no doubt premeditated a long bill, she also entertained us with long stories, by way of passing the time more pleasantly.
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Prudent to encounter the difficulties and fatigues
Captain W—1 who had accompanied me from London, and who had been confined for some days by a rheumatic complaint, not thinking it prudent to encounter the difficulties and fatigues to which we were likely to be exposed, decided on staying here until he should be reestablished. This, of course, lessened our party ; but Captain M—2 and I persisted in our intention, and now all our arrangements being made, we took our leave of the amiable and friendly family from whom we had received so much kindness, and at four o’clock in the evening we set out on our journey.
Mr. L— the younger, and Mr. M—3, brother to the young ladies I have before mentioned as members of Mr. L—’s4 family, insisted on accompanying us part of the way to Bournat-Bat,5 five miles and an half from Smyrna, where we intended to pass the night. Captain M— and I were mounted on very good horses, which our friends had procured for us for our whole journey. Our party consisted of seven persons, one of them a janissary, who served us as guide, the rest servants and a black slave, to drive our mules that carried our beds, baggage, etc.
Never in my life was I more charmed with an evening ride! The country had the appearance of richness. We saw some cotton plantations and a variety of shrubs, the spontaneous productions of the soil ; and the month of the year, though December, bore all the appearance at the finest evening in June. The air was warm, the sky serene; the birds were singing on every bush; the spring had already commenced, and vegetables of various kinds were growing spontaneously on each side of the road.
What most particularly engrossed my attention were the hedges of myrtle which form the most common fence to the gardens about Smyrna two-brothers, and are here and there interspersed with the wild geranium, in full bloom. These hedges diffused the most fragrant as well as the most refreshing odours. The most common trees, in the neighbourhood of Smyrna, I observed to be the orange and lemon and a variety of evergreens.
We arrived at the little village just as silent night was about to draw her sable mantle over the earth.
Fountain of Diana
I had almost forgotten the Fountain of Diana, which is on the road to Bournat-Bat. Indeed were it not for the fineness of the spring, which is in this country a great acquisition, and the name of the chaste goddess with which tradition has honoured it, it would little merit attention. The remains of an arch, apparently a very ancient structure, by which it was covered, are still visible; and some slabs of marble are placed beside the spring in form of an oblong square, on which the story says that [the] goddess and her nymphs were wont to perform their ablutions.
This part of the fable, I believe, induced us to examine the well with more attention than we should have otherwise done ; and however impious it might be, we could not suppress a wish that the goddess and her nymphs had been there, hoping that we should be thought at least as worthy of their divine favour as Messrs. Pan, Orion, and Endymion, with all of whom the chastity of the goddess has been impeached, notwithstanding her most singular petition to Jove to grant her that, which to deprive others of, he had assumed so many forms, under all of which he was equally successful. Oh happy ye, when a Cuckoo, a Bull or a Swan (how different from our times!) had equal influence over the female mind with a shower of gold!
Bournat-Bat, situated at the opposite [side] of the Bay of Smyrna, is a very neat village, and can boast of having the best house in all Asia for the reception of travellers. It is kept by an Italian woman, who keeps a billiard table. This house is properly speaking the Vauxhall of Smyrna, and a place of meeting for amusement and recreation for all the captains of the trading vessels in the Bay. The lady did us the honour of presiding at table, and as she had no doubt premeditated a long bill, she also entertained us with long stories, by way of passing the time more pleasantly.
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Prudent to encounter the difficulties and fatigues
Captain W—1 who had accompanied me from London, and who had been confined for some days by a rheumatic complaint, not thinking it prudent to encounter the difficulties and fatigues to which we were likely to be exposed, decided on staying here until he should be reestablished. This, of course, lessened our party ; but Captain M—2 and I persisted in our intention, and now all our arrangements being made, we took our leave of the amiable and friendly family from whom we had received so much kindness, and at four o’clock in the evening we set out on our journey.
Mr. L— the younger, and Mr. M—3, brother to the young ladies I have before mentioned as members of Mr. L—’s4 family, insisted on accompanying us part of the way to Bournat-Bat,5 five miles and an half from Smyrna, where we intended to pass the night. Captain M— and I were mounted on very good horses, which our friends had procured for us for our whole journey. Our party consisted of seven persons, one of them a janissary, who served us as guide, the rest servants and a black slave, to drive our mules that carried our beds, baggage, etc.
Never in my life was I more charmed with an evening ride! The country had the appearance of richness. We saw some cotton plantations and a variety of shrubs, the spontaneous productions of the soil ; and the month of the year, though December, bore all the appearance at the finest evening in June. The air was warm, the sky serene; the birds were singing on every bush; the spring had already commenced, and vegetables of various kinds were growing spontaneously on each side of the road.
What most particularly engrossed my attention were the hedges of myrtle which form the most common fence to the gardens about Smyrna two-brothers, and are here and there interspersed with the wild geranium, in full bloom. These hedges diffused the most fragrant as well as the most refreshing odours. The most common trees, in the neighbourhood of Smyrna, I observed to be the orange and lemon and a variety of evergreens.
We arrived at the little village just as silent night was about to draw her sable mantle over the earth.
Fountain of Diana
I had almost forgotten the Fountain of Diana, which is on the road to Bournat-Bat. Indeed were it not for the fineness of the spring, which is in this country a great acquisition, and the name of the chaste goddess with which tradition has honoured it, it would little merit attention. The remains of an arch, apparently a very ancient structure, by which it was covered, are still visible; and some slabs of marble are placed beside the spring in form of an oblong square, on which the story says that [the] goddess and her nymphs were wont to perform their ablutions.
This part of the fable, I believe, induced us to examine the well with more attention than we should have otherwise done ; and however impious it might be, we could not suppress a wish that the goddess and her nymphs had been there, hoping that we should be thought at least as worthy of their divine favour as Messrs. Pan, Orion, and Endymion, with all of whom the chastity of the goddess has been impeached, notwithstanding her most singular petition to Jove to grant her that, which to deprive others of, he had assumed so many forms, under all of which he was equally successful. Oh happy ye, when a Cuckoo, a Bull or a Swan (how different from our times!) had equal influence over the female mind with a shower of gold!
Bournat-Bat, situated at the opposite [side] of the Bay of Smyrna, is a very neat village, and can boast of having the best house in all Asia for the reception of travellers. It is kept by an Italian woman, who keeps a billiard table. This house is properly speaking the Vauxhall of Smyrna, and a place of meeting for amusement and recreation for all the captains of the trading vessels in the Bay. The lady did us the honour of presiding at table, and as she had no doubt premeditated a long bill, she also entertained us with long stories, by way of passing the time more pleasantly.
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