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SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR
She Came to Stay
Translated by Yvonne Moyse and Roger Senhouse HarperPress An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
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This edition published by Harper Perennial 2006 Previously published in paperback by Flamingo 1984 and by Fontana 1975 This translation first published jointly by Seeker & Warburg and Lindsay Drummond 1949 First published in France by Editions Gallimard under the title L’Invitée 1943 Copyright © Editions Gallimard 1943 PS section copyright © Louise Tucker 2006, except ‘The Pain of Freedom’ by Fay Weldon © Fay Weldon 2006 PSTM is a trademark of HarperCollinsPubishers Ltd A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books. Ebook Edition © MAY 2018 2012 ISBN 9780007384938 Version: 2018-05-16 HarperCollinsPublishers has made every reasonable effort to ensure that any picture content and written content in this ebook has been included or removed in accordance with the contractual and technological constraints in operation at the time of publication.
To Olga Kosakievicz
Contents
P.S. Ideas, insights & features …
Finding a Voice by Louise Tucker
The Pain of Freedom by Fay Weldon
Have You Read?
If You Loved This, You Might Like …
Françoise raised her eyes. Gerbert’s fingers were flicking about over the keyboard of his typewriter, and he was glaring at his copy of the manuscript; he looked exhausted. Françoise herself was sleepy; but there was something intimate about her own weariness, something cosy. The black rings under Gerbert’s eyes worried her,
