| Autobiography, 58:every pan; there were eggs in the drawers of my dressing table; there were eggs in boxes under myAutobiography, 67:ever had of him was standing in his pyjamas and dressing-gown in the middle of the night at aAutobiography, 88:I returned to my room and stood by my dressing table for a minute. Suddenly a broad shaft ofAutobiography, 109:I was quite desperate. I had a bad headache; my dressing-case with all its massive silver fittingsAutobiography, 135:give them their breakfast, after washing and dressing them. Then, at 6:30 I would take them over toAutobiography, 150:an open door he naturally thought it was his dressing room. In the meantime, the wind had awakened |
