Christine by Alice Cholmondeley
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Wundervoll,
Naturlich, Herrlich, Ich gratuliere, and Doch_. And the only one with the faintest approach to contentiousness, or acidity, or any of the qualities that don't endear the stranger to the indigenous, is _doch_. My bedroom looks very clean, and is roomy and comfortable, and I shall be able to work very happily in it, I'm sure. I can't tell you how much excited I am at getting here and going to study under the great Kloster! You darling one, you beloved mother, stinting yourself, scraping your own life bare, so as to give me this chance. _Won't_ I work. And _work_. _And_ work. And in a year--no, we won't call it a year, we'll say in a few months--I shall come back to you for good, carrying my sheaves with me. Oh, I hope there will be sheaves,--big ones, beautiful ones, to lay at your blessed feet! Now I'll run down and post this. I saw a letter-box a few yards down the street. And then I'll have a bath and go to bed for a few hours, I think. It is still only nine o'clock in the morning, so I have hours and hours of today before me, and can practise this afternoon and write to you again this evening. So good-bye for a few hours, my precious mother. Your happy Chris. |
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