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Sunday, 10 January 1875
I walk with Paul, then with Dina. Paul seems to be behaving better — but I believe none of it.When shall I ever go to Paris! If only that she-devil Caroline will make me dresses. I saw a man so handsome that I leaned out of the carriage to look at him. He reminds me of Carlo.
Quand donc irai-je a Paris ! Pourvu que cette diablesse Caroline me fasse des robes...