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The Letters of Katherine Mansfield: Volume I

Tuesday — October 28, 1919

Tuesday
October 28, 1919

I've just looked out of the window. L. M. is at San Remo. There is going to be an enormous storm; terrible lead-coloured clouds are pulling over; the sea is almost silent—just a deep beat—and the wind has arrived to clear the court, as it were, for the Elements. The cold is immense here, but I don't feel it at all as I did in the S. of France, thanks to all my warm woollies. But it's absurd to say this coast is warm all the time. Perhaps next month will be finer. Now I must work again and pray the house isn't struck by lightning. It's the moment to shut all the windows. You know that moment. Well, I've done it. I've also been into the garden, picked a rose, and brought in a bundle of kindling from under the verandah table, and I haven't coughed once or got out of breath. So I must be furiously better, really.