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Identifier: mylifeherethere00kant (find matches)
Title: My life here and there
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Kantakuzen, Julia Grant, kniaginia, 1876-
Subjects: Austria -- Court and courtiers Russia -- Court and courtiers
Publisher: New York, C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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went informally, laughing, jesting, nodding,known at many a table, where pretty faces lighted assalutations were exchanged. It was an agreeable impres-sion of modern Rome we gazed at, grafted on the won-ders of its ruins and history, which for the moment pinksilk curtains shut out into a December night. I wasvery much pleased when my aunt said: Mr. Palmer andI like Rome so much and he is feeling so much better,that we are almost sorry to be leaving. Perhaps whenthe trip is over, on our way northward, we may stop hereagain. Do that, and I will show you all the sights and beyour cicerone. As for you, young lady, Im your fathers—even your grandfathers—old friend; so Im going toclaim the privilege of my gray hair and take you ridingwith me all over the Campagna. Who doesnt know itfrom a horses back, at the hours of slanting shadows andpurple skies, hasnt at all been initiated here. This from Nevin, and I was glad to think of the plea-sures in store in such delightful company. The old
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PRINCESS CAXTACUZEXE, 1907. / MONTHS OF TRAVEL 185 sportsman was an escort worth having and something ofan autocrat whom women usually tried to please. If you think me too old a beau, you may invite anyone over at that table of smart youngsters to go, too.Im as good a chaperon as I am a guide; youll see. We went away a few days later, and in the back ofmy head was a vague question, whether Rome was nottoo agreeable and beautiful to be leaving for still moreancient places. The Mediterranean was blue but rough, and we wereglad to wake one morning to the clamor of an unknowntongue, the splashing of oars, and the bumping of smallboats. Our cabins were steady again. We dressed andpacked in haste and were soon ready to land. It is quiteuseless to describe Oriental light and atmosphere to thosewho have not seen it, while such as have, know withoutdescription its intense, luminous qualities. I loved itfrom the moment I emerged on the deck of our small ship,and my enthusiasm grew steadily thro

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