RACHILDE. The Tower of Love. Novel. Paris, Société du Mercure de France, [1899].…
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RACHILDE.

The Tower of Love. Novel. Paris, Société du Mercure de France, [1899]. In-12 [183 x 115] of (2 ff.), 245 pp. half brown cloth, smooth spine decorated, havana morocco title page, untrimmed, cover preserved (period binding). First edition. Signed autograph letter to the novelist and journalist Henry de Bruchard (1876-1914) : To Henry de Bruchard, // said : Don Juan. // This story without woman... // ... consequently without tail // nor head !... // Rachilde Cover damaged and restored. Faded leaves.

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RACHILDE.

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