<dTitle type=main>Daisy Miller</dTitle>
<dAuthor>Henry James</dAuthor> </byLine>
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<p>At the little town of Vevey, in Switzerland, there is a
particularly comfortable hotel. There are, indeed, many hotels,
for the entertainment of tourists is the business of the place,
which, as many travelers will remember, is seated upon the edge
of a remarkably blue lake—a lake that it behooves every tourist
to visit. The shore of the lake presents an unbroken array
of establishments of this order, of every category, from the
&odq;grand hotel&cdq; of the newest fashion, with a chalk-white front,
a hundred balconies, and a dozen flags flying from its roof,
to the little Swiss pension of an elder day, with its name
inscribed in German-looking lettering upon a pink or yellow
wall and an awkward summerhouse in the angle of the garden.
One of the hotels at Vevey . . .