Diary of Marie Bashkirtseff
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Thursday, 24 January 1878

During the rest periods I continue to wear out sheets of paper and finally manage to compose the following letter — which, though laboured over, nonetheless has the appearance of being spontaneous and good.
— I beg your pardon for having led you, by ill-placed extravagances, to be wanting in delicacy toward me, before all those ladies. I was — I know it — improper as a child of five, which at my age is nothing pleasant; but I should be desolated to be considered by you as an ill-bred madwoman, despite having done everything to deserve it.
Au revoir, and no hard feelings.
Do not think ill of your sister, who is quite ashamed of her conduct. And of yours as well.
Marie Bashkirtseff
I have the vexation of blushing at Cassagnac's name. I say all manner of ill things about him and mock whenever anyone calls him young or handsome or anything complimentary.