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Автор: Stringer Arthur
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       Monday the Second

       Thursday the Fifth

       Tuesday the Tenth

       Monday the Sixteenth

       Tuesday the Twenty-fourth

       Friday the Third

       Thursday the Ninth

       Wednesday the Fifteenth

       Friday the Seventeenth

       Saturday the Nineteenth

       Friday the Twenty-eighth

       Saturday the Twenty-ninth

       Sunday the Thirtieth

       Tuesday the First

       Monday the Seventh

       Sunday the Thirteenth

       Monday the Twenty-eighth

       Saturday the Second

       Wednesday the Sixth

       Tuesday the Twelfth

       Thursday the Fourteenth

       Wednesday the Fifth

       Sunday the Ninth

       Monday the Tenth

       Tuesday the Eleventh

       Wednesday the Thirteenth

       Thursday the Fourteenth

       Friday the Fifteenth

       Saturday the Sixteenth

       Monday the Seventeenth

       Wednesday the Nineteenth

       Friday the Twenty-first

       Monday the Twelfth

       Wednesday the Fourteenth

       Thursday the Fifteenth

       Friday the Sixteenth

       Sunday the Eighteenth

       Sunday the Twenty-fifth

       Tuesday the Twenty-seventh

       Wednesday the Twenty-eighth

       Friday the Thirtieth

       Sunday the First

       Table of Contents

       Table of Contents

      Splash! … That's me, Matilda Anne! That's me falling plump into the pool of matrimony before I've had time to fall in love! And oh, Matilda Anne, Matilda Anne, I've got to talk to you! You may be six thousand miles away, but still you've got to be my safety-valve. I'd blow up and explode if I didn't express myself to some one. For it's so lonesome out here I could go and commune with the gophers. This isn't a twenty-part letter, my dear, and it isn't a diary. It's the coral ring I'm cutting my teeth of desolation on. For, every so long, I've simply got to sit down and talk to some one, or I'd go mad, clean, stark, staring mad, and bite the tops off the sweet-grass! It may even happen this will never be sent to you. But I like to think of you reading it, some day, page by page, when I'm fat and forty, or, what's more likely, when Duncan has me chained to a corral-post or finally shut up in a padded cell. For you were the one who was closest to me in the old days, Matilda Anne, and when I was in trouble you were always the staff on which I leaned, the calm-eyed Tillie-on-the-spot who never seemed to fail me! And I think you will understand.

      But there's so much to talk about I scarcely know where to begin. The funny part of it all is, I've gone and married the Other Man. And you won't understand that a bit, unless I start at the beginning. But when I look back, there doesn't seem to be any beginning, for it's only in books that things really begin and end in a single lifetime.

      Howsomever, as Chinkie used to say, when I left you and Scheming Jack in that funny little stone house of yours in Corfu, and got to Palermo, I found Lady Agatha and Chinkie there at the Hotel des Palmes and the yacht being coaled from a tramp steamer's bunkers in the harbor. So I went on with them to Monte Carlo. We had a terrible trip all the way up to the Riviera, and I was terribly sea-sick, and those lady novelists who love to get their heroines off on a private yacht never dream that in anything but duckpond weather the ordinary yacht at sea is about the