Dear Valeria,
"Come what may," said I aloud, "I will see what lies beyond this door!"
And with this I opened it.”
And with this I opened it.”
my best to you and your little friend from the Nile,
Amelia Edwards
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Gertrude
Dear Valeria,
Have I ever told you what the river is like on a hot summer night? At dusk the mist hangs in long white bands over the water; the twilight fades and the lights of the town shine out on either bank, with the river, dark and smooth and full of mysterious reflections, like a road of triumph through the midst.
love from Baghdad,
Gertrude Bell
Have I ever told you what the river is like on a hot summer night? At dusk the mist hangs in long white bands over the water; the twilight fades and the lights of the town shine out on either bank, with the river, dark and smooth and full of mysterious reflections, like a road of triumph through the midst.
love from Baghdad,
Gertrude Bell
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