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had completely escaped me. I had never imagined the slow conquest of radical politicians from the province by the Parisian drawing-rooms. Madame de Caillavet clarified these pictures for me. But at the same time this young woman, who was so brilliant, let me catch sight'occasionally of her own humility and this moved me.
It was evident that her marriage had counted for little in her life. She talked about it without bitterness. On the other hand she had retained, I know not why, a dull memory of her childhood. She had been brought up by Miss Varley, an English governess, who still lived with her mother and to whom she was very much attached. From her she had gained a knowledge of the English language and literature which was another bond between us. Through the efforts of Miss Varley she had learned Shakespeare by heart before the nursery rhymes and recited: `Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly' at an age when she would have done better to be at play. Even her games had been Shakespearean. Her mother told me that as a child Simone had played at the `marching forest' and had gravely made a circuit of the walks in their park at Perigord carrying an oak branch. When her parents, in order to strengthen her, had made her take baths in the river, the child had replied that she would only consent on condition that she be crowned with flowers and be allowed to wear a white nightgown `to play the death of Ophelia'. Once when she was sent to wash ink stains from her hands she cried: `All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand!' These stories could not but charm me.

In March 1925 I was due to leave Paris for a trip to Morocco. Marshal Lyautey, with whom I had remained in correspondence since Bramble, had invited me to attend the inauguration of the first railway in Morocco which ran from Casablanca to Rabat. I went with my friend Emile Henriot of the Paris Temps. In Casablanca Lyautey himself was waiting for us on the pier. There for the first time I saw his bold and tormented' face, his warlike moustache (his teeth had been smashed by a horse's hoof), his hair that bristled straight up, his rapid stride, his explosive, prancing and fruitful impatience.
`Will you walk back with me?' he asked the moment we stepped on Moroccan soil. `I should like to show you the city.'
`We shall be delighted, Monsieur le Marechal.'

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