Jane Wolfe Diary Entry

Monday, 12 September 1922

 

     

 

 

 

Still no news from London (2 weeks) and I am horribly distressed about Lea [Leah Hirsig]. A bit of peevishness, too, because we are kept in uncertainty about her.

 

 

 

P.M.

 

What fatality is about Ninette [Ninette Shumway] these days? Yesterday two big bottles of perfume smashed in her room; this morning at breakfast a glass containing cream slipped through her fingers and broke; at the above time (about) the big black Masque fell with a crash, breaking off the jaw and jarring loose bits of the brown plaster covering the face. She had replaced it on the nail a few seconds previously, after looking at the back of it to see of what it was made, and telling me that Helen thought it looked like me. But perhaps my looking at it caused it to fall!! After she left the room I remained, comparing it feature by feature with my face. It fell with a crash while I was so looking! Maybe it objected.

 

 

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