[Postcard] 
[Algiers,] 3 March 1882 

Dear Frep, 

Your letter dated 25 February ?** arrived yesterday together with 
the Daily News cuts (O. N.* tragicomical secret of politics and passion 
in England). I trust Tussy will at last stop playing fast and loose with 
her health; that Cacadou, alias Laurachen, continues to flourish, for 
she is subjected to a great deal of physical exertion. As yet no 
reply from Paris. 

The tempéte—c'est ici Vexpression sacramentale>—has been going 
on since 26 February though always with variable ASPECTS. 

On 2 March confined to the house for THE WHOLE DAY in common with 
all my fellow-lodgers; pouring rain from Early Morning from a sky of 
a colour reminiscent of London, grey as grey; this time however the 
squalls were accompanied by thunder and lightning; at 4 o’clock in 
the afternoon an azure sky again; later on a really lovely moonlit eve- 
ning. One short spell alternating with another throughout the day, 
now a rise in temperature, now a drop. Meanwhile I resumed inter 
alia the painting of my skin; that very night a REMARKABLE IMPROVEMENT 
SETTING IN.— This morning, 3 March, painting first task of the day; de- 
spite wind not intimidated, from 9 o’clock to asour quarter tro 11 out 
for a stroll in the balmy sea air which I found most DELIGHTFUL; got 
back just before the wind worked itself into a fury again. I shall be 
SUMMONED TO déjeuner* IN A FEW MINUTES and am making use of this vital 
moment to send these FEW LINES TO YOU. 

Your 
Moor 

* Olga Novikova-° Tempest— that’s the ritual expression here -° luncheon 

(On the side reserved for the address] 

Fr. Engels 
122 Regent’s Park Road, 
London, N. W., Angleterre