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From The Daily Telegraph's obituary of Jacqueline Roumeguere-Eberhardt:

Jacqueline Roumeguere-Eberhardt, the French anthropologist who has died aged 78, left her husband, a diplomat, and ran off with an illiterate Masai warrior; with her three children she lived with his tribe in the Masai Mara National Game Park in Kenya.

Despite their cultural differences - and the presence of eight other wives - Jacqueline Roumeguere-Eberhardt claimed that she and her husband got along famously: "Every time I'm with him I learn something new about human nature and problem solving," she told an interviewer.

All the same, standards had to be maintained, and, while living the life of a tribeswoman, she never went out without applying her red Chanel lipstick and nail polish.

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At the time of her death on March 29 she had just finished translating another memoir into English. Originally entitled The Six Wives of My Husband, it had to be amended to The Nine Wives of My Husband after he took on three more women while she was polishing up the text.

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