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as heavenly as Mallorca. We kissed – and I felt uncontrolably sad at having to part again. He, finally, in the most darling and sincere manner told me never to let anyone kiss me as he had last year – and warned me not to take Bob too seriously – or anyone. The part about Bob and so on was a bit superfluous, but he was right about the kissing. I have been terrible –.

Two Englishmen at Juan-les-Pins were rather nice. Mr. Moore and Mr. Ewart – but disappointed that I was not the mistress-type – altho' they were perfectly "gentlemanly" to me. Mr. and Mrs. Russell Webster, a nice English couple were amusing – as were Bea Meyer and Ethel Baruskin.

The dancing-host was a strange person. He was fascinatingly ugly, and looked either like a devil or Pan. He was the "I'm just a Gigolo" type, but quite interesting. A "Soldier of Fortune".

Then David. Never has David been as chatty, as cute, as pappy. We had delightful times with him. La Potoniete....  Le Casino et La Boule.... Dinner.... Going to Monte Carlo; [[?]] – where gambling is a business among the 1890 houses and casino.... Going to Antibes with him to the bank...  His stories. Nanny. The Bakers. Every minute. Personally I think Mother wanted him to be intrigued with her–. I don't know what he feels about us – except that he likes us and we 



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like him.

I had a bad time with mother there more than any place,  She went no were – and I did.  She fussed about being old and unattractive, which she isn't, but she does make attraction for men the most important thing – and thrives on it.  I suppose I do too – perhaps even more so, and so I should not resent it.  But it was difficult when I could do nothing about it.

On the whole I enjoyed Juan-les-Pins.  The craziness, the immorality, the beautiful women and clothes, the flirting, and most of all Tommy who was an escape from the circus into truth, [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] which because of its [[?mangenen]] and beauty, becomes fantasy.  Tommy wrote me dear letters telling me I helped him thru this difficult period – – I do hope so.  I have always wanted to be sympathetic – to help people I love – and Tommy is certainly one.

Bob wrote "nice", "nice" letters, and altho' I worried awfully about Helen Wolfe and Dot Krushal and Connie Webster I hope so – and almost dare to think – that he does love me best –– as I do love him.