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We found the place a bed of lilacs and nightingales (first time I ever heard one)

Posted on March 29, 2015 by mafalda

On the way home from Switzerland to Scotland RLS had stopped for a while at Fontainebleau, and then in Paris; whence, finding himself unpleasantly affected by the climate, he presently took refuge at St. Germain-en-Laye. That was the fifth cholera … Continue reading →

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We found the place a bed of lilacs and nightingales (first time I ever heard one)

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