VIVIEN Renée (Pauline Tarn, known as) [London, 1877 - Paris, 1909], English woman of letters of French expression. Set of 10 autograph letters signed, addressed to Kérimé: [1906]; 5 1/2 pages in-8°. "Here I am for a few days in Marseille. I went to see the Colonial Exhibition in order to give myself the illusion of the charming lands that I will not see. Ah, so dear, how many times I have passionately possessed you, in ardent dreams! How I adore your beautiful, grateful eyes afterwards! Through my sadness, shines the marvelous certainty of seeing you again to take you back. In one month I will be near you: your very infatuated lover will return to you, eager for your kisses. I am waiting with the feverish impatience of lovers for a letter from you. Write soon, soon...". [1906]; 6 pages in-8°. "My thousand times beloved mistress, your letter dismays me. I am sad to the soul when I think that I have, quite involuntarily, added one more worry to your multiple torments. I didn't notice the ridiculous character of which you speak to me. And so many stupidly curious idlers stare insolently at young and lonely travelers. I am accustomed to the imbecile indiscretion of these glances when I pass absorbed in my memories ... of you ... or in my dreams. I am attentive only for you, living only for you... To return to this absurd tale, know, my beloved sorry and charming." [1906]; 4 pages in-8°. "I am happy, in spite of the heavy ugliness of the streets, in spite of the heavy atmosphere of this city that I do not like. I am happy, because this stay in London is the first step of my happy journey towards you. I think of you my brown and distant Mistress, with so much passion, with so much fervor! Your image is my sweet light, your memory is my wonderful joy. [] The dark magnificence of your eyes lights up my dreams. And the voluptuous softness of your arms envelops and embraces me... My charming Mistress, I am madly in love with your brown and languid grace. I am in love as I never was before, in the most ardent hours of my first love. You are the most beautiful and the most desirable lover that I have possessed. [1906]; 7 pages in- 8°. "What a distant sweetness comes to me from you! Your letter is a perfume, as I read it again I feel all the voluptuousness of yesterday invading me and, once again, through my ardent thought, I possess you. Ah! so beautiful, ah! so dear, you make me suffer exquisitely. For I desire you and I miss you... And your face appears to me involuntarily as a dream. I love you... Yet how I suffer to love you. You do not belong to me entirely, and I agonize over it. But ... one must submit to fate, I know it. I want you, my passionate Sweetness, I want you with fervor, with madness... The memory of your flesh exhausts me and enchants me... I cannot forget the savor of your lips... Since my return, I do not belong to me any more... I am weary, distracted, detached from everything, (I whose heart is in your distant hands!)" [1906]; 4 pages in-8°. "My Brown Sweetness, every bump of the ship brings me closer to what I love. [] I have a kind of apprehension of this happiness too big, too strong, too bright. I am afraid. It is in all my being a failure of terrified ecstasy. My heart beats with great blows in my chest. I have sometimes the vertigo while thinking of your lips.... Soon my distant Beloved, my feverish dream will become a reality, and what a reality! Love is in me like a harmonious flame, like a golden perfume. Love dwells in me with all its sweet scares and adorable doubts." [1906]; 3 pages in-8°. "My most Beautiful, my Sweet, my Charming, I am here always! and waiting with feverish impatience for the day that will bring me at last, at last! To you! ah! The desolate, the terrible slowness of these hours that separate us. [Since my arrival, I have received no news from you... An insane anxiety inflames and oppresses me every morning, and the heavy disappointment is always the same: "She didn't write me! There is no letter! And a sob lingers in my heart!" [1906]; 6 pages in-8°. "My very Sweet, I go to the unknown ... very sad, with the incurable memory of you. [] I am going to leave Jerusalem in a hurry. I took a boat in Cairo .... and here I am, sailing in all haste. [] Listen my love, what I am going to tell you is very serious... for both of us .... I love you ... I don't know yet if you love me as much as I love you, me ... with all my thoughts, with all my fibers, with all the shivers of my flesh and all the trembling of my soul ... I love you and I want you... Why not come to me?" [September 1906]; 6 pages in-8°. "My beloved, my Adoree, what a space between us! What fields, villages and cities, rivers, lakes and rivers.