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Identifier: memoriesofmylife00bern (find matches)
Title: Memories of my life : being my personal, professional, and social recollections as woman and artist
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Bernhardt, Sarah, 1844-1923
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Publisher: New York : D. Appleton
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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that we hadarrived at our destination. We were able to stand uprightagain, as the grotto itself was higher. I could see nothing, butI heard a match being struck, and the guide then lighted a smalllantern. Just in front of me, nearly at my feet, was a ratherdeep natural basin: You see, remarked our guide phleg-matically, that is the pond, but just at present there is nowater in it, neither are there any fish; you must come again inthree months time. Jarrett made such a fearful grimace that I was seized withan uncontrollable fit of laughter, of that kind of laughter whichborders on madness; I was sufi^ocated with it, and I hiccoughedand laughed till the tears came. I then went down into thebasin of the pond in search of a relic of some kind, a littleskeleton of a dead fish, or anything, no matter what. There wasnothing to be found, though, absolutely nothing. We hadto return on all fours as we came. I made Jarrett go first,and the sight of his big back in his fur coat as he walked 4-20
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MY TOUR OF THE WESTERN STATES along on hands and feet, grumbling and swearing as he went,gave me such delight that I no longer regretted anything, andI gave ten dollars to the guide to his ineffable surprise. We returned to the hotel, and I was informed that a jewelerhad been waiting for me more than two hours. A jeweler! I exclaimed; but I have no intention of buying any jewelry;I have too much as it is. Jarrett, however, winked at Abbey,who was there as we entered. I saw at once that there wassome understanding between the jeweler and my two impre-sarii. I was told that my ornaments needed cleaning, that thejeweler would undertake to make them look like new, repairthem if they required it and, in a word . . . exhibit them. Irebelled, but it was of no use. Jarrett assured me that theladies of St. Louis were particularly fond of shows of this kind.He said it would be an excellent advertisement, that my jewelrywas very much tarnished, that several stones were missing, andthat this man

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