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Marie Bashkirtseff (From Childhood to Girlhood) by Marie Bashkirtseff
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have reason to be angry over it.

I, the queen, the goddess. I, who should be worshipped kneeling; I,
who do not want to move my little finger lest I should bestow too
much honour; I with my ideas; I with my ambition; I with my pride! I
confess that, after having seen him go into G----'s like a master, I
feel a sort of respect for him; he acts the duke.

This evening "_Alice de Nevers_," a comic opera by Hervé, was given
for the first time. Our box had been engaged a long while, first
proscenium at the right. I was dressed with more care than usual;
hair arranged in Marie Antoinette style, without the powder. The
whole was drawn up, even the fringe in front. I left only a few
little locks at each side. My beautiful white forehead, thus bared,
gave me a royal air, and at the back I let two curls hang, waved
just at the end.

Gown of dove-grey taffeta and a white fichu. In short, Marie
Antoinette in miniature. I felt well satisfied, and gazed at the
base multitude from the height of my grandeur. Lighting _a giorno_.
I was looked at quite enough.

He could not help staring at me like the rest. Everybody came to our
box.

At every intermission I went to the back, so that I would not have
to turn my head at each visit. Just as the curtain was rising the
Prefect's son and A---- entered our box. I received them with
perfect ease; he has a foreign air.

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