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Marie Bashkirtseff (From Childhood to Girlhood) by Marie Bashkirtseff
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ungrateful, wicked city.

Sad and irresolute yesterday, I am gay and confident to-day. I have
written to my aunt to send me F----, the ugly little negro will be
very nice to have here.

I have had a good dinner, and spent the evening in reading the
history of Charles the Bold.

I thought, "in my ingenuous candour," that there was no society
except in Nice, but there is a great deal, and even very excellent.

After the drive we went down the Corso, thronged with carriages,
between rows of pedestrians of all classes. D----was among them. Now
that my eyes are opened to see the beauties and antiquities of Rome,
I am growing curious, eager to visit everything. I am no longer
drowsy. I am in a hurry to be everywhere. I want to live at full
speed again. Ah! if only I could!... Again a longing for Nice. The
poorest thing, by resisting, gains worth. Be thoroughly convinced of
this genuine truth. Do not believe that I am stupefied to the point
of not seeing beyond the city of S----; on the contrary, I am more
ambitious than ever. But meanwhile, to spit upon some one who has
spit on us, to give the person a kick, is a pleasure which every
well-born soul can permit itself.


Friday, January 7th, 1876.

Goodness! What prices people ask in Rome! For 1,800 francs one has
only the barest necessaries! At the Hôtel de Rome I saw an apartment
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