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Pedro pushed the door open, and entered. "’T is a crying need," he

said, and hastily explained.

 

"Who is this girl?" demanded the señora, with a pang of jealousy.

 

"Peralta’s enamorada," replied the cook, thinking he lied, but venturing

it to quiet her suspicion.

 

"And who this Rogelio?" asked the señora.

 

"A toad!" answered Pedro. "Wilt go? I will ride with thee to the

fortress."

 

The señora was retying the fagged end of her braid.

 

"A favor to me, _carita_," urged Pedro.

 

"I will go," said Señora Bolio.

 

"Then come to the _cantina_ as soon as thou ’rt clad. I will have thy

mule," and he hastened away. By the time the animals were saddled the

lady arrived, her battle-axe beneath her arm, wrapped in a bundle of

apparel. Pedro strapped it to her saddle, and summoning the fevered

_veedor_, assisted the señora to mount. As they rode out on the quiet

road, Rogelio leading, the cook gave further history of the Ñusta,

together with certain sidelights on the _veedor_. They reached the

fortress, and having seen the two through the gate, Pedro returned,

relieved for Rava, but sadly disturbed by thoughts of Cristoval.

 

The señora followed her conductor to his door. As he dismounted a sound

of revelry stole out upon the night, and the _veedor_ dashed in. The

neglected lady sniffed after him scornfully, swung herself out of the

saddle, unstrapped her belongings, led her mule into the patio, and

followed the _veedor_ to a half-open door. The unfortunate Rogelio was

doomed to further bitterness. The room was lighted by all the lamps of

the establishment. Duero and his companions were seated round a

well-laden board, a bowl of steaming punch in the midst, and had arrived

at the jovial stage. As Rogelio entered and stood blinking at the

brilliancy, his fat chin wagging with renewed rage at their effrontery,

they surveyed him a moment, and burst into a shout of laughter. Duero

raised his cup.

 

"Hail, good host, liberal entertainer, most hospitable mate!" roared he.

"Thou ’rt welcome. Enter! Come, leave diffidence outside. Thou ’rt

not intruding—now is he, _camaradas_? No! Sit and make free. What is

ours is thine—not so, _camaradas_? _Segaramente_! _Hola_!" He sprang

to his feet as the señora appeared at the door. "Blessed angels of

Heaven, what do I see? The Señora Bolio!" He advanced with a profound

bow. "Welcome, Señora, most welcome! Upon my heart, ’tis like the

sight of a nosegay from Old Castile! Ho, _compañeros_!—your courtesies

to _Señora la Conquistadora_!" He bowed again, answered by the lady

with a glare of cold disdain.

 

"Miscreants, knaves, cutthroats!" shrieked Rogelio. "You shall pay dear

for this night!"

 

Duero surveyed him darkly, hunched his shoulder, and thrust out his

chin, and the _veedor_ sank into a chair. The soldier eyed him for a

moment, and turned to the lady. "Señora, I surmise thou hast come to

care for the girl. She needeth it, God knoweth, and the less time lost

the better. Come. I have the key."

 

Rogelio sprang up to follow, but once more the hunch of shoulder, the

thrust of chin, and the scowling look askance, and he sat. Duero winked

at the señora as he turned to lead the way, and ignoring her snort of

resentment of the liberty, went out. She followed, and halting at the

Ñusta’s door, he said, as he unfastened, "Pedro hath told thee of this

Rogelio?"

 

"Briefly, that he is a toad," responded the señora.

 

"Brief, but most precise! Pedro hath a good head. Now, Señora, I’ll

leave thee to enter, and the door unlocked. If thou hast need of aught,

thou’lt find us entertaining the _veedor_ for an hour or more. I’ll

have him send a bowl of broth at once. Adiós."

 

Duero rejoined the others, and they sat long making their host unhappy;

then, having promised him with evident sincerity that if he whispered a

complaint he would find himself some morning with a severed windpipe,

they took their leave.

 

Señora Bolio went to the couch. Rava had raised her head, but

perceiving the invader was a woman, rose to her knees, her eyes

streaming, and voice broken with sobs. With arms outstretched, she

poured forth an impassioned supplication in words to the stranger

unknown,—in words unknown, but with meaning clear, and an eloquence that

went straight to the heart of the señora. For the señora had a heart.

It beat somewhat wildly at times, and at times with vehement hostility

toward the sex which had worked it countless wrongs; but like other

hearts that flame, it had its gentler warmth. The appeal of the injured

and helpless girl touched her womanliness, and she hastened to her side.

 

"Poor dearie!" she exclaimed, seating herself and drawing the sobbing

prisoner to her breast. "Poor little waif! Have they been cruel, these

men? Ah, may the devil roast them well! Do not weep, love. Do not

weep, chiquita. They shall not harm thee more. Let the _veedor_

beware. Let him come to trouble thee, and we’ll unjoint him—will we

not, little one? We’ll put a twist in his neck, thou and I, that will

let him look at his shoulderblades to his heart’s content—will we not,

my dove? Ah! That we’ll do, and more, if he but roll his eyes aslant at

thee!"

 

With soft voice and motherly caress, the señora soothed the heart-broken

Rava; her words—perhaps quite as well—without meaning to the girl, but

her tones replete with sympathy. Rava clung to her as to a last hope,

becoming gradually more calm, until a knock at the door stirred her

terror afresh. Releasing her, the señora sprang up. Grimly she

stripped her battle-axe, and stepped to the door. The servant recoiled.

 

"Ah, ’tis thou!" the lady exclaimed, and received the broth.

 

The strength it gave aided her efforts to restore calm to the despairing

captive, and in an hour Rava slept. Her guardian sat long, nursing a

waxing enmity for the authors of the maiden’s sorrows, and for Rogelio

in particular; then, having with fell purpose placed her weapon

conveniently at hand, she lay down beside her _protégée_.

 

She awoke early, astonished to find Rava kneeling with hands clasped in

prayer, a silver crucifix before her on her pillow, the Latin periods,

in her quaint, hesitating accents, sounding strangely. The señora

joined her orison, then turned to her in surprise.

 

"A Christian, thou?" she asked, taking her hand.

 

Rava understood the word, and assented eagerly. "Cristoval!" she said,

and touched the crucifix, her eyes filling at the name.

 

"Ah! Peralta! The stout freebooter with the good voice. I know him,"

and the señora nodded emphatically. "Art baptized, child?"

 

This word was familiar also, and Rava nodded her head; then said

eagerly: "Father Tendilla! Father Tendilla!"

 

"Father Tendilla!" exclaimed Señora Bolio. "Thou knowest him? Blessed

thought!—we’ll send a word to Father Tendilla. Aha, Rogelio, sniffling

obesity, we shall see! We’ll choke thee with thine own unholy purpose,

or I’m not Bolio. Rogelio, indeed! If, now, Pedro will but come!" She

patted Rava’s arm reassuringly and arose.

 

Meanwhile the _veedor_, with eyes puffed and bloodshot from a night of

scanty sleep and much exacerbation, was breakfasting. At intervals he

paused, laid down his knife, and sat rubbing his hands in pleasing

meditation while he chewed. Then his complacent smile would fade, and

he would cease both to rub his hands and to chew while he irefully

reviewed the night’s indignities. "Caitiffs! Perfidious scoundrels!

Vipers! Only wait! Rogelio hath not done. If he live not to see the

garrote at every one of your rascally throats, then ’t is because he

shall be short-lived. Wait, my over-cheerful bullies: we’ll have

another settling of this account, and ’t is Rogelio will split his

sides! But, oh, my stars, what a cost! Four thousand—oh, calamities!"

Then, as the matter slowly revolved in his mind and the other aspect

came uppermost, he would begin to chew again with a returning smirk of

satisfaction. "But what a prize! Eh, Rogelio, what a prize! And

safely housed—in the cage, as Duero put it!—accursed knave! serpent!

Four—oh, my soul and body!—But, oho! Mendoza, thou uncouth ruffian, how

now? Rogelio hath overmatched thee, despite thy rant and swagger. He,

he! The fox and the bull—the fox and the bull! Ah, but thou ’rt a

rogue, Rogelio! a sad rogue and sly! And thou’lt be reimbursed the four

thousand—oh, my life, yes! Her jewels ought to do that. Did she wear

jewels last night? Murder! I did not think to look. But ’t is like

Duero looked out for that—or that prison-bird, Peralta." Rogelio’s

countenance fell. Presently it brightened. "But we have her, and now it

is to be seen how she will receive thee, Rogelio—her daring captor!

Doubtless with charming terrors and maidenly trembling. Oh, these

delightful women! Shy, timid, alluring! Bless their souls—if they have

souls. He, he!"

 

He sat awhile blinking and chuckling at the remains of his meal;

snuffled, arose, and went to make a toilet which he purposed should

reconcile his captive. A zestful, engaging occupation, this decking for

the admiration of a fair one; and most agreeable if one can, like

Rogelio, achieve it with the flattering self-assurance that it cannot

fail. Nevertheless, it was not without some rasping of temper, and more

than once in the process Rogelio stamped and swore with squeaky

emphasis. But at length, after a final glance at his mirror and a

dubious fingering of his double chin and hanging jowls, he quit his

room, creditably attired, considering all the circumstances. To be

sure, his hose were mended in places, his doublet seedy in the strong

light, and his ruff far from crisp and snowy; but these defects were

offset by a profusion of rings, and a redolence of musk sufficiently

overpowering to divert attention.

 

Señora Bolio answered his rap, and opening the door a little way,

replied to his salutation with a brief nod, and stood surveying him from

head to foot and back again from foot to head with disfavor as

disconcerting as it was manifest. Indisputably, the señora’s aspect was

unfriendly.

 

The _veedor_ hesitated. "Is—ah—is the señorita within?"

 

The señora paused for another survey before she replied with asperity:

"Is the señorita within! Of a surety the señorita is within. Prithee,

where is she like to be—out chasing butterflies?"

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They ranged themselves round his table in silence. The _veedor_ stood

glancing uneasily from one scowl to another, then piped in irritation:

"Well, gentlemen, your task is finished, isn’t it? Come now, my good

friends, the hour groweth late. Return in the morning, and I’ll give

you your hire."

 

Duero stepped forward, planting a powerful fist upon the table and

hitching at his belt: "Señor _Veedor_, we’ll have our hire now! Then,

when you have brought some one to look after the señorita, our business

is done. In the meantime, with your leave—or without it—we wait here.

She must be cared for before morning. But now, our gold."

 

Rogelio blinked about the circle, snuffled, and went out. Having closed

the door, his rage overflowed in a series of frenzied gesticulations in

the direction of Duero, accompanied by suppressed grunts and squeaks,

until he was swollen in feature and quite breathless. He returned with

a bag and pair of balances. They looked on with vigilance while he

weighed out the gold, the lamp illuminating swarthy faces full of

eagerness—except that of Duero, which was only watchful and grim.

 

"There!" snapped the employer. "Two thousand _castellanos_. Take it."

 

Duero extended an arm to withhold the others and said, coolly, "Double

it!"

 

The _veedor_ staggered back with the bag clasped in his arms.

"Wha—what?" he gasped.

 

"I say, double it!" replied Duero, with force.

 

Rogelio stared at him with fallen chin.

 

"Double it!" repeated the soldier, and returned the stare fixedly.

 

"Fiends!" shrieked the _veedor_. "Man, thou ’rt mad! What was our

bargain?"

 

"That acquitteth the bargain, Señor, but there are damages."

 

"Damages! What damages?"

 

"Why, to our several consciences, _Veedor_. Mine, I’ll swear, hath

stood a wear and tear that hath left not remnants enough to equip a dog!

’T is a most villanous piece of villany, and promiseth to grow worse

when our hands are out of it. By the crucifix! Señor Rogelio, my soul

will need masses for this affair, and I mean to provide for them. You

will make it double, or the girl goeth to Xauxa this night; and I’ll

have the Señor Inca notified—or mayhap, Mendoza."

 

"Scoundrels, bandits, thieves!" screamed Rogelio, his face purple and

hands shaking. Duero took a step toward him with a movement to his

sword-hilt, and the victim retreated to the wall, hugging his gold and

rolling his eyes in terror. The soldier surveyed him with contempt.

 

"Well," he demanded, "what do you say? Must we lug her back to Xauxa?

Answer, and quickly, for I sicken."

 

"Oh, gentlemen!" wailed Rogelio, "be honest. Be just. Be considerate

of a poor man."

 

Duero broke in with imitation of his whine: "Oh, be open-handed. Be

charitable. Be virtuous. Faugh! You offend my bile. Come. Yes, or

no! Do you double it? ’T is indifferent to us, for the Inca, or

Mendoza, will know how to reward. But answer!"

 

Rogelio rolled his eyes to heaven, then lagged forward to the table and

took up the scales. "Oh, my good men, ’t is—"

 

"Cease!" commanded Duero. "We are no good men. Had we been, you had

not approached us. Weigh out, and be done."

 

The _veedor_ heaved a long, shuddering sigh, and weighed the gold.

 

"Now," said Duero, "to your horse, and to Xauxa."

 

"Oh, curses!" protested the _veedor_. "Art not finished? I’ve paid

thee twice!"

 

"Go!" shouted Duero, stamping his foot. "Order your horse. I’ll see

you to the gates."

 

Rogelio went out with a groan. In half an hour he was riding down the

hill, panting an imprecation at every step. Duero returned from the

gate whither he had escorted him, and calling the servant, ordered the

best the _veedor’s_ larder afforded. Then the villains held carnival.

 

 

 

 

*CHAPTER XXIII*

 

_*Rogelio Finds Gall and Wormwood*_

 

 

Pedro was extinguishing the lights of his _cantina_ when he heard the

clatter of a horse’s hoofs. They stopped at his door, and Rogelio

entered, perspiring, breathless, and in violent perturbation.

 

"Ho, Señor _Veedor_, thou dost ride late!" exclaimed Pedro, in surprise.

"There is something amiss?"

 

Rogelio sank upon the nearest stool, panting and wiping away

perspiration, on the verge of apoplexy from exertion and rage combined.

The danger of it seemed to strike Pedro at once. He hurried forward and

commenced fanning the official vigorously with his apron.

 

"Steady, steady, Señor!" he urged, soothingly. "Do not try to talk.

Take time and spare thy wind. Thou ’rt gasping like a ducked hen.—Nay,

nay! Do not swear. Be tranquil. Calm thyself. Count ten, Señor—now

do! Believe me, naught doth so soothe a fit of ferment. But—swearing

again! Gently, gently, or thou’lt melt in thine own heat! Gods, man!

Cease rolling thine eyes. Hast a cramp under thy belt? Let me thump

thy back.—Ah!"

 

Pedro pummelled the agitated _veedor_ between the shoulders with hearty

vigor, and succeeded thereby in expelling what little breath he had

remaining, rendering him still more helpless from exasperation. He

saved himself by bolting from his seat and backing against the wall,

where he stood waving his arms in speechlessness to keep the zealous

cook away.

 

"Name of a saint, my friend!" said Pedro, with great concern, after

Rogelio began to breathe more freely, "I never saw an over-gorged pup

nearer a fit than thou. What hath gone wrong?"

 

"She—hath arrived!" gasped the _veedor_ at length.

 

"Oh! She hath arrived, hath she? Well, she must be a very tarantula to

work thee a spell like that, Señor! By the gods, even Bolio’s coming

could not give me such a bedevilment of jerks and palpitations!"

 

The _veedor_ was rendered speechless again. Pedro eyed him with great

commiseration until he showed signs of recovery, then threw him into

another spasm by inquiring with solicitude,

 

"Doth the lady pursue, Señor? If so, we will barricade the door."

 

Rogelio held up his hands, violently shaking his head. "No, no!" he

managed to say. "Damned—numskull! Let me—talk."

 

"Why, talk, to be sure! ’T is what I’ve waited for,—to hear thee talk.

What the devil dost think? that I’ve been standing here this while to

see thee contort and strangle? I had liefer watch a pig in the colic.

Proceed, _Veedor_, and talk. It may ease thy mind. _Sensa animi tui

libere profare_—Latin, Señor, and it meaneth, speak freely. Prithee,

begin. I listen."

 

The _veedor_ had collapsed into a chair, choking with rage. He sprang

up, shaking both fists at the cook, and started toward the door; turned

back, and waving his arms for silence, howled:

"Accursed—rattle-teeth!—hear me!—I seek a servant!"

 

"Thou seekest a servant!" responded Pedro, with composure. "Well, by

heaven, I could guess it! And thou needest, not one, but a dozen, I

should say; and a strait-jacket withal. But, _infierno_! is the quest

of a servant so delirious a pursuit?—Now, do be calm, Señor! Hold a

minute, and I’ll bleed thee. No? But ’t would be wise, my friend, for

if thou ’rt not on the edge of the staggers, then I never gave physic to

a horse.—And now thou’rt swearing again! Fie, _Veedor_! Here! Let me

get thee a wet rag."

 

Pedro hurried away. When he returned the _veedor_ had regained his

utterance, and waving aside the proffered application, he shouted:—

 

"Keep off, thou babbling moon-calf! Wilt hear me? I need a servant—at

once! A servant—dost hear? A servant—and may the fiend claw thy

vitals! Canst get me one—to-night? I’ll pay thee well."

 

"Well, stew me! if the need of a servant wrought me to such a state of

mind, I’d——" Pedro seated himself. "But ’t is late, _Veedor_. Thy guest

hath come, sayst thou?"

 

"Yes, yes! She is sick from weariness, and needeth a woman. Wilt find

me one?"

 

Pedro became serious at once. "Sick! Then ’t is pressing. Let me

think. There is Señora Bolio, for a possibility. She might consent to

go, but she knoweth no Quichua. That, however, might be an advantage,

not so? Less apt to connive at escape." Pedro eyed the _veedor_

watchfully.

 

"Yes! _Diablo_, yes!" said Rogelio, eagerly. "Canst persuade her?"

 

"I’ll try," said Pedro, rising. He threw off his apron and started

toward the door; halted, and came back, determined to test his

suspicion. "Señor," he said, abruptly, "how did they get her away from

Peralta? Did they kill him? If not, then I swear to thee, _Veedor_,

thou ’rt as good as dead!" and Pedro slowly shook his head in direst

portent.

 

The _veedor_ was unguarded. He started violently, and his face went

ashy. "Oh, my soul and body! I—I forgot to ask them." He scanned the

cook with quick suspicion. "How in the devil’s name dost know?" he

demanded. Pedro placed a finger beside his nose, wagged his head with

deep significance, and went out. Now it was his turn to be agitated.

 

He pegged straight to the señora’s lodging, and pounded upon the door

until it opened. "Quick!" he cried. "The Viracocha woman! There is

sickness."

 

The native made him repeat it, refastened the door, and left Pedro in a

fume. When she opened again, it was with a request to follow, and led

him across the court. The señora appeared at a door with an

under-garment over her shoulders. "Is it thou, Pedro?" she asked,

sleepily. "What is to do? This is an unholy hour to wake a body, dost not know it?"

몸은 스스로 치유한다와 이미지 피부과 한의원의 튼살 치료의 재생능력

몸은 스스로 치유한다와 이미지 피부과 한의원의 튼살 치료의 재생능력

몸은 스스로 치유한다와 이미지 피부과 한의원의 튼살 치료의 재생능력 

히포크라테스가 말하는 100명의 명의란 무엇일까? 생체가 스스로 자연스럽게 치유되는 힘이다. 자연치유란 생체가 혼자서 정상상태로 돌아간다는 것을 의미한다.

생명은 항상 정상으로 돌아가려고 한다. 누가 정상으로 되돌려 주는 걸까? 대자연이 이룩해 낸 결과다.

포유류에서 항상성은 자율신경과 내분비선이 주체가 되어 이루어지고, 정신 내부의 균형에서도 똑같이 작용한다. 우리 몸은 내버려둬도 정상으로 되돌아간다. 이것이 우주의 진리다. 아플때 작용하는 항상성이 바로 자연치유력이다. 병은 내버려둬도 낫는다. 몸은 그렇게 만들어져 있다.

자연치유력은 진자를 되돌리는 인력

자연치유력은 진자에 비유하면 알기 쉽다. 몸의 정상적인 상태가 수직인 상태다. 무언가의 영향으로 진자가 정상적인 위치에서 벗어날 때가 있다. 진자에 인력이 작용하여 원래의 위치로 되돌아가려 한다. 이것이 항상성 원리이며 인력이 자연치유력에 해당한다.

내가 20대 중반에 스승으로 모시고 가르침을 받은 요가 전문가 오키 마사히로 씨는 “병이란 몸이 정상으로 돌아가려는 현상이다”라고 말했다.

체온이 오르는 만큼 면역세포는 활성화되고 면역력도 강해진다. 기침, 콧물, 재채기, 설사등은 병원균을 체외로 배출한다. 염증의 통증은 백혈구의 일종인 과립구가 활성산소를 방출하여 바이러스등 병원체를 죽일때 발생한다.

우리가 몰랐던 약에 관한 진실;약, 먹으면 안 된다, 후나세 슌스케 지음, 강봉수 옮김, 아보 도오루 교수 추천, 중앙생활사, 페이지 26-27

 

위 내용을 보면 자연치유력만이 내 몸안의 의사임을 알수 있다. 그런데 한번 일정 상태 이상으로 변화되어 버린 경우 다시 비가역적으로 원래 상태로 되돌릴수 없는 경우가 있다. 피하지방이 늘거나 임신, 호르몬 변화등으로 튼살이 발생하면 진피 섬유인 콜라겐과 엘라스틴이 끊어지는데 원래 피부상태로 되돌아가지 못한다. 이미 自然 치유력治癒力으로 좋아지는 한계를 넘어서버린 것인데 이미지 피부과 한의원에서 ST침을 이용하여 진피를 다시 자극하는 순간 원래 상태의 복원력을 가지게 된다. 왜냐하면 끊어진 콜라겐 섬유는 다시 원래 상태로 되돌아가려는 자연 재생능력을 발휘하기 때문이다. 이런 방식으로 피부에 불청객처럼 발생한 튼살을 튼살침으로 치료할 수 있다.

이미지 피부과 한의원 동교동 삼거리역 대중교통 각종 버스 모음

이미지 피부과 한의원 동교동 삼거리역 대중교통 각종 버스 모음

간선 110B 서울 정릉 ↔ 정릉

첫차 04:05,막차 22:45,15분 간격

간선 270 서울 상암동차고지 ↔ 양원역

첫차 04:00,막차 22:30,9분 간격

간선 271 서울 면목동 ↔ 상암동

첫차 04:20,막차 22:40,9분 간격

간선 273 서울 중랑공영차고지 ↔ 동교동

첫차 04:10,막차 22:40,12분 간격

간선 602 서울 양천공영차고지 ↔ 시청

첫차 04:20,막차 22:50,8분 간격

간선 603 서울 신월동 ↔ 시청

첫차 04:30,막차 23:10,17분 간격

간선 604 서울 신월동 ↔ 중구청

첫차 04:00,막차 23:00,15분 간격

간선 721 서울 북가좌동 ↔ 건대입구역

첫차 04:20,막차 22:40,9분 간격

간선 740 서울 덕은동 ↔ 무역센터.삼성역

첫차 04:00,막차 22:40,11분 간격

간선 753 서울 갈현동 ↔ 상도동

첫차 04:20,막차 22:20,17분 간격

 

좌석 921 고양 탄현동종점 ↔ 신촌오거리.현대백화점

첫차 05:00,막차 23:00,13분 간격

광역 1000 인천 경남아너스빌 ↔ 서울역

첫차 05:00,막차 00:00,17분 간격

광역 1100 인천 나호공원 ↔ 서울역

첫차 05:00,막차 23:40,15분 간격

광역 1101 인천 풍림2차 ↔ 서울역

첫차 05:00,막차 23:30,30분 간격

광역 1200 인천 범양아파트 ↔ 서울역

첫차 05:00,막차 00:00,30분 간격

광역 1300 인천 동막역 ↔ 서울역

첫차 05:00,막차 23:40,25분 간격

광역 1301 인천 송도공영차고지 ↔ 서울역

첫차 05:00,막차 23:00,30분 간격

광역 1302 인천 원동초등학교 ↔ 서울역

첫차 05:00,막차 23:00,25분 간격

광역 1400 인천 인천터미널 ↔ 서울역

첫차 05:00,막차 23:40,20분 간격

광역 1500 인천 롯데마트 ↔ 서울역

첫차 05:00,막차 00:00,17분 간격

 

광역 1601 인천 인하대후문 ↔ 서울역

첫차 04:40,막차 23:20,30분 간격

직행좌석 3000 김포 강화터미널 ↔ 신촌역2호선

첫차 04:20,막차 22:00,10분 간격

지선 5714 서울 광명공영차고지 ↔ 이대입구

첫차 04:15,막차 22:40,11분 간격

지선 6712 서울 방화동 ↔ 서강대학교

첫차 04:30,막차 22:50,18분 간격

지선 6716 서울 양천공영차고지 ↔ 이대입구

첫차 04:30,막차 22:20,10분 간격

지선 7016 서울 은평공영차고지 ↔ 상명대

첫차 04:30,막차 22:30,10분 간격

지선 7611 서울 은평공영차고지 ↔ 여의도

첫차 04:15,막차 22:40,18분 간격

지선 7613 서울 선진운수종점 ↔ 여의도

첫차 04:30,막차 23:00,20분 간격

간선 N26 서울 개화역광역환승센터 ↔ 중랑공영차고지

첫차 00:00,막차 03:10,40분 간격

간선 N62 서울 양천공영차고지 ↔ 면목동차고지

첫차 23:40,막차 03:00,40분 간격

 

마포09 서울 망원유수지 ↔ 신촌전철역

첫차 05:30,막차 23:45,5분 간격

간선 707 서울 대화동 ↔ 숭례문

첫차 04:30,막차 00:20,17분 간격

좌석 800 고양 내유동종점 ↔ 신촌오거리.현대백화점

첫차 05:00,막차 22:30,10분 간격

지선 7713 서울 홍연2교 ↔ 신촌역

첫차 05:00,막차 23:30,14분 간격

지선 7737 서울 은평공영차고지 ↔ 독립문역

첫차 05:05,막차 23:10,16분 간격

일반 72 고양 대화동 ↔ 연세로.스타광장

첫차 04:30,막차 22:50,20분 간격

간선 110A 서울 정릉 ↔ 정릉

첫차 04:00,막차 22:40,15분 간격

간선 153 서울 우이동 ↔ 당곡사거리

첫차 04:00,막차 22:20,8분 간격

지선 7720 서울 구산동 ↔ 신촌

첫차 04:30,막차 23:10,15분 간격

지선 7727 서울 설문동 ↔ 신촌

첫차 04:30,막차 23:00,13분 간격

 

지선 7728 기종점대화동 ↔ 신촌