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I am now all alone in Monterey, a real inhabitant

The French doctor, Dr. J.P.E. Heintz, lodged at the ‘French House’, Monterey, a rough rooming-house run by his mother-in-law. RLS took meals at the doctor’s house and when he became ill, Dr and Mrs Heintz took him in and nursed … Continue reading

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O, I have such a longing for children of my own; and yet I do not think I could bear it if I had one

RLS’s first introduction to the English poet William Ernest Henley (1849-1903): the acquaintance ripened quickly into a close and stimulating friendship. Henley suffered from a tubercolous disease: he had a wooden leg, and when the desease threatened his other foot, … Continue reading

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