Tag Archives: Cap Martin

They have both husbands, and they are in Russia

Posted on April 22, 2014 by mafalda

William Murray, Sollicitor in the Supreme Court, is the father of RLS’s friend William Hugh Murray. With reference to the political allusions: this is the date of Mr. Gladstone’s dissolution, followed by his defeat at the polls notwithstanding his declared … Continue reading →

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From islands of spice

Posted on April 4, 2014 by mafalda

In the third week of December 1873, Sidney Colvin goes out to join his friend RLS for a part of the Christmas vacation, and finds him without tangible disease, but very weak and ailing; ill-health and anxiety, however, don’t diminish … Continue reading →

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Does it not seem as if things were fluid?

Posted on March 24, 2014 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sir Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 1, 168]. To his mother [Colvin 1911, pp. 96-98] Hôtel du Pavillon, Menton, November 13, 1873. My dear … Continue reading →

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Tag Archives: Cap Martin

They have both husbands, and they are in Russia

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From islands of spice

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Does it not seem as if things were fluid?

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