Adventures and Letters of Richard Harding Davis

r and early fall, working on his Mediterranean and Paris articles, and completing his novel "Soldiers of Fortune." In October

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there, which struck me as interesting. The men were very nice to me. Especially Young, Reid, Irving and Howells. Everybody said when I came in, "I used to know you when you were a little boy," so that some one said finally, "What a disagreeable little boy you MUST have been." I sat next a chap from Brazil who

about Stanley, and everybody talked interestingly. Irving said he was looking forward to seeing Dad when he reached Phil

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derstand me and I understand you and you know how much that counts to me- I think the book is awfully pretty and in such good taste- It is quite a delight to the eye and I am much more keen about it than over any of my own- I have sent it to some of my friends but I have not read it yet myself, as I am wai

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y do not happen to fit. So you are in a third edition are you? These YOUNG writers are crowding me to

s. Although unable to leave his bed, he continued to do a considerable amount of work, including the novelette "The Princess Aline," in the writing of which I believe my brother took more pleasure than in tha

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seas. But across them I will come no matter if all the nerves on earth jump and pull. Still, I think it wiser for all concerned that I get thoroughly well so that when I do come I won't have to be cutting back home again as I did last time. We are young yet and the world's

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tted except by card, so I have seen only the outside of it. It is most interesting. There is not a ribbon or a badge; not a banner or a band. The town is as quiet as always, and there are not 200 people gathered at the gate through which

story to write of it for the Parisian series. Dana Gibson and I will wait until after the funeral and then go to Andorra. If he does not go, I may go alone, but perhaps I shall go back to London at once. This has been an interesting time here, but only because it is so different from what one would expect. It reads like a burlesque

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saw him but I did not see him." Her daughter is a very sweet girl, and the picture Miss Terry made on her knees looking up at Bernhardt and Rejane when they chattered in French was wonderful. Neither she nor Irving could speak a word of French, and whenever any one else tried, the crowd all stood in a circle and applauded and guyed them. After it was over, at about three in the morning, Miss Terry

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