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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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broken by the same hands that had raisedthem, have made me a solid pillar, from which I look out onlife, happy with the past and expectant of the future. )\Iy stupid vanity had wounded one who meant me well, andthis incident has always left in me a feeling of remorse andchagrin. I left Copenhagen in the midst of applause and repeatedcries of Vive la France! From all the windows hung theFrench flag, fluttering in the breeze, and I felt that this was notonly for me, but against Germany—I was sure of it. Since then the Germans and the Danes are solidly unitedand I am not certain that several Danes do not still bear memalice because of this incident of the Baron INIagnus. I came back to Paris to make my final preparations for myjourney to America. I was to set sail the 15th of October. One day in August, I was having a reception of all myfriends, who came to see me in full force because I was aboutto set out for a long journey. Among the number were Girardin, Count Kapenist, Marshal 363
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PREPARATIONS FOR AMERICA Canrobert, Georges Clairin, Arthur Meyer, Duquesnel, thebeautiful Augusta Hobiies, Raymond de Montbel, Nordensky-jold, 0 Connor, and other friends. I chatted gaily, happy to besurrounded by so many tender and intellectual friends. Girar-din did all he could to persuade me not to undertake thisjourney to America. He had been the friend of Rachel andtold me the sad end of her journey. Arthur Mayer was ofopinion that I ought always to do what I thought best. Theother friends discussed the affair. That admirable man, whomFrance will always worship, Canrobert, said how much heshould miss and regret these intimate causeries at our five-oclock teas. But, said he, we have not the right to try, in ouraffectionate selfishness, to hinder our young friend from doingall she can in the strife. She is of a combative nature. Ah, yes! I cried, I am born for the strife, I feel it.Nothing pleases me like having to master a public—perhapshostile—who have read and heard all th

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