Letter

  1 Introd   |          spiritual ancestor of H. G. Wells, she eagerly sought
  2 VII      |         permission of dedication.~G. Sand~
  3 VIII     |          fond greetings from your~G. Flaubert~
  4 IX       |           hope.~The late Goulard, G. Sand.~
  5 X        |       that I kiss you twice more.~G. Sand~Saturday evening.~
  6 XI       |    crossed.~Yours from the heart,~G. Sand~Sunday, 5 August,
  7 XII      |    already better.~I embrace you.~G. Sand~
  8 XIII     |       line which she wrote to me.~G. Sand~
  9 XIV      |          you and I bless you all.~G. Sand~Paris, Friday.~On
 10 XV       |         yet. Love to your family.~G. S.~Sunday evening~I forgot!
 11 XVI      |    embrace you with all my heart.~G. Sand~
 12 XVIII    |          since Sainte-Beuve lied.~G. Sand~Have you any sun today?
 13 XXII     |        always, with a full heart,~G. Sand~
 14 XXIII    |          I embrace and bless you.~G. Sand~
 15 XXIV     |         before, because I am sad.~G. Sand~Have you a friend
 16 XXV      |          three times on each eye.~G. Sand~Five minutes’ interview
 17 XXIX     |       your old troubadour. Friday~G. Sand~
 18 XXX      |     Bouilhet is a success. Sunday~G. S.~
 19 XXXV     |           Good luck to your work.~G. Sand~
 20 XXXIX    |        mother, brother and niece.~G. Sand~
 21 XLI      |      bless you with all my heart.~G. Sand Monday.~
 22 LI       |       Good-bye, dear good friend.~G. Sand~
 23 LIII     |         you like.~We embrace you.~G. S. Maurice Saturday evening.~
 24 LVI      |          true what you tell me of G——? Is it possible? I can
 25 LVI      |     tenderly.~Your old troubadour G. Sand~I am anxious about
 26 LIX      |        thinks unceasingly of you.~G. Sand~
 27 LX       |       love you with all my heart.~G. Sand~
 28 LXI      |           as well as your mother.~G. Sand~
 29 LXII     |       embrace you and summon you.~G. Sand~
 30 LXIV     |          for me as I embrace you.~G. Sand~Maurice embraces you;
 31 LXV      |   tiresome thing.~Your troubadour~G. Sand~
 32 LXVII    |    embrace you with all my heart.~G. Sand~I think that the Bois-Dore
 33 LXX      |           not having news of you.~G. Sand~
 34 LXXII    |   remembered to your good mother.~G. Sand~
 35 LXXVI    |         know the flight of years.~G. Sand~My love to your mother
 36 LXXVII   | troubadour, whom I love tenderly.~G. Sand.~
 37 LXXVIII  |        love each other devotedly!~G. Sand Monday evening.~
 38 LXXIX    |       embrace you and I love you.~G. Sand~
 39 LXXX     |      shall be happy to her again.~G. Sand~If those days do not
 40 LXXXI    |           inconvenience yourself.~G. Sand~
 41 LXXXII   |          which is entirely yours.~G. Sand Tuesday evening, rue
 42 LXXXIII  |           so because you love me.~G. Sand~Thursday evening.
 43 LXXXIV   |         is my friendship for you.~G. Sand~Our affectionate regards.~
 44 LXXXVI   |         you.~Your old Troubadour,~G. Sand~
 45 LXXXIX   |           happy that she is well.~G. Sand~
 46 XC       |          for coming to see Cadio.~G. Sand~
 47 XCIV     |       embrace you and I love you.~G. Sand~
 48 XCV      |       judged in his favor.~Yours,~G. Sand~
 49 XCVI     |            Does the novel get on?~G. Sand~
 50 XCVIII   |         six times if you say yes.~G. Sand~
 51 C        |          Yours, you huge ingrate,~G. Sand~I had read the hoax
 52 CII      |           better, and I love you.~G. Sand~I have not the address
 53 CIII     |         you warmly; Maurice also.~G. Sand~
 54 CV       |         warmly on this good hope.~G. Sand~
 55 CVI      |         Paris.~Your old solitary,~G. Sand~What an admirable
 56 CVIII    |          embrace you very warmly.~G. Sand~
 57 CIX      |           I embrace you tenderly,~G. Sand~Thank you for the
 58 CX       |      embraces his old troubadour.~G. Sand~Answer quickly how
 59 CXI      |           much and very tenderly.~G. Sand~Regards from Maurice
 60 CXIII    |       word from your old comrade.~G. Sand~
 61 CXIV     |           old beloved troubadour.~G. Sand~
 62 CXV      |           OF AFFAIRS to continue!~G. Sand~Monday.~
 63 CXVI     |          me a part before dinner.~G. Sand~Tues. evening.~
 64 CXVII    |        you wrote to me at Nohant.~G. Sand~
 65 CXVIII   |         troubadour who loves you,~G. Sand~The rest of the week
 66 CXX      |         on you and I embrace you.~G. Sand~I am off for Palaiseau
 67 CXXIV    |        tenderly, dear old friend.~G. Sand~
 68 CXXV     |        your troubadour loves you.~G. Sand~Saturday evening~I
 69 CXXVI    |        still free.~I embrace you.~G. Sand~
 70 CXXVII   |      Magny’s too.~Your troubadour~G. Sand~Wednesday morning.~
 71 CXXVIII  |        old comrade who loves you.~G. Sand~
 72 CXXX     |       embrace you and I love you.~G. Sand~
 73 CXXXII   |          with you about anything.~G. Sand~
 74 CXXXIII  |         full heart as I love you.~G. Sand~
 75 CXXXIV   |        Yours, your old troubadour~G. Sand~
 76 CXXXVII  |        make haste. I embrace you.~G. Sand~
 77 CXXXIX   |        would honor them too much.~G. S.~My mother has your telegram
 78 CXL      |         you.~Your old troubadour,~G. Sand~
 79 CXLI     |         minute when you are here.~G. Sand~
 80 CXLII    |     recompense: do not refuse me.~G. Sand~Plauchut is hunting
 81 CXLIII   |           are giving one another.~G. Sand~
 82 CXLIV    |      myself and for all my brood.~G. Sand~
 83 CXLVI    |        brood. Thank you for Edme.~G. Sand~
 84 CXLIX    |          kiss you and I love you,~G. Sand~Tuesday evening~
 85 CLI      |         you can, to give me news.~G. Sand~
 86 CLIII    |          troubles and sufferings.~G. Sand~
 87 CLV      |          kiss you and I love you.~G. Sand~
 88 CLVI     |           enough time to mail it.~G. Sand~
 89 CLIX     |       love you; it is not little.~G. Sand~My friend Favre has
 90 CLXIII   |          family which adores you.~G. Sand~
 91 CLXIV    |            As for me, I love you.~G. Sand~
 92 CLXVII   |           I am worried about you.~G. Sand~
 93 CLXIX    |         and beg you to keep well.~G. Sand~
 94 CLXXI    |        love you.~Your troubadour,~G. Sand~
 95 CLXXIII  |           and we all embrace you.~G. Sand~Nohant, Sunday evening.~
 96 CLXXV    |        fine St. Napoleon we have!~G. Sand~
 97 CLXXX    |           and we all embrace you.~G. Sand~
 98 CLXXXI   |         in Paris.~We embrace you.~G. Sand~
 99 CLXXXVII |           of us, and we love you.~G. Sand~
100 CXC      |            it is a sort of death.~G. Sand~
101 CXCII    |        good little mother for me.~G. Sand~
102 CXCIII   |         us still, as we love you.~G. Sand~
103 CXCVI    |            and my world does too.~G. Sand~
104 CXCVII   |      resurrection of the country.~G. Sand~
105 CXCVIII  |           working like a convict.~G. Sand~
106 CC       |          to be remembered to you.~G. Sand~
107 CCIII    |           family which loves you.~G. Sand~  [The words ‘Aurore
108 CCV      |          and many speaches [sic].~G. Sand~
109 CCVI     |    affection bring you good luck!~G. Sand~
110 CCVIII   |        house and let us love you.~G. Sand~
111 CCXI     |          myself and for all mine.~G. Sand~
112 CCXV     |      myself and for all my brood.~G. Sand~
113 CCXIX    |           brain is too stupefied.~G. Sand~
114 CCXXI    |        each one of your troubles.~G. Sand~
115 CCXXIV   |       coming out on top.~Your old G. Sand~
116 CCXXVI   |         count on seeing you soon.~G. Sand~
117 CCXXVII  |           you, with a full heart.~G. Sand~
118 CCXXIX   |        embrace you as I love you.~G. Sand~
119 CCXXX    |         were~Your old troubadour,~G. Flaubert~Thursday, three
120 CCXXXIII |      shall write to you for news.~G. Sand~
121 CCXXXV   |     loving you and summoning you.~G. Sand~
122 CCXXXVI  |         end of all my discourses.~G. Sand~
123 CCXL     |          a troubadour, naturally.~G. Sand~I am sending you two
124 CCXLII   |          you.~Your old troubadour~G. Sand~
125 CCXLVIII |        old comrade who loves you,~G. SAND~I embrace you six
126 CCL      |         troubadour who loves you.~G. Sand~
127 CCLIV    |         you.~Your old troubadour,~G. Sand~
128 CCLV     |          you.~Your old troubadour~G. Sand~
129 CCLVIII  |         who always cherishes you.~G. Sand~Love from all Nohant.~
130 CCLXI    |          all of us here love you.~G. Sand~
131 CCLXIII  |           Maurice send affection.~G. Sand~
132 CCLXV    |          I cannot write any more.~G. Sand Monday~Hard work?
133 CCLXVII  |         troubadour who loves you.~G. Sand~
134 CCLXIX   |           all embrace you fondly.~G. Sand~
135 CCLXXI   |          you very affectionately.~G. Sand~
136 CCLXXVII |       Your old troubadour always,~G. Sand~
137 CCLXXXIII|          people who love you too.~G. Sand~
138 CCLXXXV  |          as I have a breath left.~G. Sand~
139 CCXC     |        month, shall you be there?~G. Sand~
140 CCXCIII  |           you, and I embrace you.~G. Sand~
141 CCXCIV   |         am well, and I love you.”~G. Sand~
142 CCXCVI   |         Give us news of yourself.~G. Sand~
143 CCXCVII  |           you with our best love.~G. Sand~
144 CCXCVIII |        love you, Cruchard or not.~G. Sand~
145 CCC      |         troubadour who loves you,~G. Sand~Embrace your charming
146 CCCII    |        embrace you for all of us.~G. Sand~
147 CCCIII   |           and embrace her for me.~G. Sand~
148 CCCIV    |     embrace you with all my soul.~G. Sand~Do tell M. Zola to
149 CCCVI    |          it.~Your old troubadour,~G. Sand~
150 CCCVII   |         you.~Your old troubadour,~G. Sand~
151 CCCXI    |         me some Flaubert to read?~G. Sand~