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The Letters of Katherine Mansfield: Volume I

Tuesday — May 28, 1918

Tuesday
May 28, 1918

It's windy this morning and sunny and there's such a loud noise of gunfire: it sounds like a bombardment: the house is shaking.

I wrote a great deal yesterday. I'm fairly out at sea with my new story. The same difficulties plague me as they did before, but it certainly ‘goes.’ Will you please ask F. for “Je ne parle pas” and put it with my other MSS.? He don't want to read it. Why should he?

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God! I do want to know so much that I can't know yet. About the Elephant, about your flat. How soon is it to be taken over? What will happen to our things? How can I wait to hear all this? If you are not too tired, try to tell me all, won't you?

I sat up in bed last night writing till after one o'clock. This new story has taken possession, and now, of course, I can't go out without my notebook and I lean against rocks and stones taking notes. I expect I shall be arrested in the course of a day or two. I think these people have an idea that darling A. and I are spies. And you should have heard the postmistress yesterday asking if the word was Elephant.

It's a good thing you are not here. I'd be a perfect plague. But are these feelings the result of a hot bath, a big pink rose I'm wearing, a grenade (the strongest cigarette—heavy-weight Spanish champion—I've ever smoked) and a sunny wind? For in the course of this letter I've got up and now I'm wearing Feltie and just off to the post.