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Man and Maid   By: (1864-1943)

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Transcriber's Notes 1. Where possible, punctuation has been normalized to contemporary standards. 2. Diacritical marks are as they appeared in the printed book, and may not reflect current usage. 3. Obvious typographic and spelling errors have been corrected.

[Illustration: Suzette (Renee Adoree) makes the tedious hours of the wounded Sir Nicholas Thormonde (Lew Cody) seem less monotonous. (A scene from Elinor Glyn's production "Man and Maid" for Metro Goldwyn Mayer)]

MAN AND MAID

By ELINOR GLYN

A. L. BURT COMPANY Publishers New York

Published by arrangement with J. B. Lippincott Company Printed in U.S.A.

COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY ELINOR GLYN

MAN AND MAID

I

February, 1918.

I am sick of my life The war has robbed it of all that a young man can find of joy.

I look at my mutilated face before I replace the black patch over the left eye, and I realize that, with my crooked shoulder, and the leg gone from the right knee downwards, that no woman can feel emotion for me again in this world.

So be it I must be a philosopher.

Mercifully I have no near relations Mercifully I am still very rich, mercifully I can buy love when I require it, which under the circumstances, is not often.

Why do people write journals? Because human nature is filled with egotism. There is nothing so interesting to oneself as oneself; and journals cannot yawn in one's face, no matter how lengthy the expression of one's feelings may be!

A clean white page is a sympathetic thing, waiting there to receive one's impressions!

Suzette supped with me, here in my appartement last night When she had gone I felt a beast. I had found her attractive on Wednesday, and after an excellent lunch, and two Benedictines, I was able to persuade myself that her tenderness and passion were real, and not the result of some thousands of francs, And then when she left I saw my face in the glass without the patch over the socket, and a profound depression fell upon me.

Is it because I am such a mixture that I am this rotten creature? An American grandmother, a French mother, and an English father. Paris Eton Cannes Continuous traveling. Some years of living and enjoying a rich orphan's life. The war fighting a zest hitherto undreamed of unconsciousness agony and then? well now Paris again for special treatment.

Why do I write this down? For posterity to take up the threads correctly? Why?

From some architectural sense in me which must make a beginning, even of a journal, for my eyes alone, start upon a solid basis?

I know not and care not.

Three charming creatures are coming to have tea with me to day. They had heard of my loneliness and my savageness from Maurice They burn to give me their sympathy and have tea with plenty of sugar in it and chocolate cake.

I used to wonder in my salad days what the brains of women were made of when they have brains! The cleverest of them are generally devoid of a logical sense, and they seldom understand the relative value of things, but they make the charm of life, for one reason or another.

When I have seen these three I will dissect them. A divorcée a war widow of two years and the third with a husband fighting.

All, Maurice assures me, ready for anything, and highly attractive. It will do me a great deal of good, he protests... Continue reading book >>




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