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Correspondence from Leah Hirsig to Norman Mudd
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[14 December 1924]
I recover from one go of depression to pull myself together, go out, and come home with a worse one. Went to the Dôme [restaurant] last night and was nicely cut by all the respectable people; the only ones who spoke to me were those who were so drunk that they couldn't see how very lovely I looked in my black and gold dress with my cape dyed black to match. I came home utterly disgusted and at a loss of 20 francs which I paid to a stupid drunk to whom I owed it for nearly three years and in a way that didn't suit me. I hope it kills him, the low swine. I also kissed two or three others very passionately and disgusted my sane friends the more. May I know something of what is going on in London?
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