Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Tuesday, 7 July 1874

Alfred has dispatched... I wrote two letters, one furious and insolent to my aunt, the other sweet and grateful to Papa. I should think so! My aunt is withholding the thousand francs that Papa is giving me!
"There was in his bearing something of the light majesty of a god." I find this applicable to Notlimah, one of the Egyptian divinities.
We dined at La Sauveniere -- myself, Maman, Walitsky, and Paul in a caleche, Dina and the little young man on horseback. The little young man is a delicate young man, pale, [Crossed out: having] and he disgusts me. I can barely tolerate him. He is a well-bred child. But what does that matter to me, since he disgusts me? Yet it appears he does not think of me what I think of him.
He courts me as much as a little young man -- little boy -- of twenty, with dirty, lank blond hair, can court.
They bother me so; I fear being interrupted at every moment, I shall give no details.
In the evening, at the Casino, Paul introduced us to Miss Row, a charming little American girl.