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Letter from Gertrude Bell to her stepmother, Dame Florence Bell

In which Bell writes from Oxford and discusses her recent activities and social engagements which include boating. She notes that she has met with Vaughan Williams, Elizabeth Wordsworth, her cousin, Horace Marshall, and her Uncle, Thomas Marshall.
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Bell, Dame Florence Eveleen Eleanore
Bell, Gertrude Margaret Lowthian
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Wordsworth, Elizabeth
Russell, Flora
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Sunday. 8 Merton Street, Oxford. Dearest dear Mother. I am having such a good time. I wanted to write to you yesterday but what with lunches and boats and teas there was not one single moment. Flora came with me here when I dropped my luggage and said how de do to Mrs. Johnson; then we went off together to Harold's rooms which are very nice looking onto the High St - he is in lodgings. We spent a delicious hour in New College gardens where we met all the Ampthills and then went to lunch with one Vaughan Williams, a nice person and a mutual friend. After lunch we picked up Hubert Howard and strolled down to the river where we took a boat, and rowed up to the place where the eights start and rested under the bank to watch them. We had tea on the Balliol barges and stood on the bank to watch the second division of the eights. Our party by this time was swelled by many friends of theirs and mine, amongst others Mr Webber whom you remember, looking as spick and span as ever and very agreeable. They dropped me here just in time to dress for dinner. There is a delightful person staying here, a fellow of Queens who knows many of my people. His name is Mr. Bond. Several people came to dinner, the Hobhouses whom I know but I don't think you do and some others I didn't know. I sat between Mr. Johnson and Mr. Phelps, one of my former lecturers and rather amusing. The only mistaken part of the evening was that after all the people went they sat up for another hour, for no reason that I could see. Finally I became too sleepy and went to bed. After Cathedral this morning, I went off to Trinity, found Uncle Tom and Horace in the gardens and sat talking with them till lunch. Miss Wordsworth and some other people lunched here; after they were gone we went to call on the Gells in their mountain home, where I met Harold Russell and was much amused. The Gells' house is pretty, but full - full of wedding presents, ugly and pretty which makes it look more like a silver shop than the dwelling of a respectable gentleman.
I am going to dine at Lady Margaret presently.

Now this is an accurate description of all my doings. It is brilliant weather, Oxford is full of holiday people and looks charming. Ever your very affectionate daughter Gertrude.

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