This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1919 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XVII bitter cold continued, and March was the same cry--no coal! no coal! I envied Gregg and Monica those days idling under the warm Mediterranean sun. Old Therese, my good maid of all work, kept a fire in my grate as long as it was humanly possible; but it grew smaller and smaller, until its ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1919 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XVII bitter cold continued, and March was the same cry--no coal! no coal! I envied Gregg and Monica those days idling under the warm Mediterranean sun. Old Therese, my good maid of all work, kept a fire in my grate as long as it was humanly possible; but it grew smaller and smaller, until its meagerness was colder than no fire at all. And every one suffered alike. The mistresses of fashionable salons set little lace and satin floor cushions before each chair, and guests slipped their freezing feet under the cushions to find a comfortably heated stone. A charming idea, almost repaying one for the cold, and typically Parisian; but hardly practicable for work. I tried working with my overcoat on, and Therese shook her head in dismay and brought me endless quantities of hot tea. But hot tea was cold tea in the studio before I had finished the cup. I should have gone then to Madame Gironde's, but Madame Gironde told me reluctantly that she could only promise one fire a day, in the mornings. There was always the fire in the salon, where one might go and sit. But I could hardly work in the salon, so I gave up Madame Gironde's. And work was impossible in a hotel, even if I had found one with anything better to offer in the way of heat. In the end a cold fastened itself upon me; a cold which yielded to no amount of ministration. Something had to be done. My posters would never be finished at this rate. I began to think of my little place at Cagnes. There, at least, I should be warm and comfortable, and free to go on with my work. And suddenly, one morning, my decision was made. A decision which was to lead me eventually again into the lives of Monica and Allan Gregg. Within two days I had got together the few things I should need, locked...
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