Letter

  1 Introd   |          therefore should. Oh, if poor I could do it! I should
  2 V        |    Silvanit the last wishes of my poor Theodore. [Footnote: Letter
  3 XVI      |         complete entombment of my poor Moi. Live! There is my oremus
  4 XVIII    |        signed by the engraver, my poor friend, Manceau. It is the
  5 XIX      |         my house has received”; a poor phrase, for we two are worth
  6 XXI      |        down to his level that the poor devil remains common. One
  7 XXVI     |         Monday night~You are sad, poor friend and dear master;
  8 XXXV     |           made, so they say, very poor love. He must have had sometimes—
  9 XXXIX    |           emotions to recount. My poor Manceau called me the ROAD-MENDER,
 10 XL       |      astonishment which duped me.~Poor Marengo! she is a figure!
 11 XLIV     |           there; one has remained poor, sentimental and troubadourish.
 12 XLVI     |       keep a glass of water on my poor stomach for several days,
 13 XLVI     |         who does not pay me back.~Poor Sainte-Beuve! More unhappy
 14 XLVII    |            for it is I who am the poor one of the family). Then,
 15 L        |        that does not surprise me.~Poor Bouilhet! Give him this
 16 LXIII    |       knowing that he was ill, my poor dear, old friend, Rollinat,
 17 LXIII    |           give me courage; but my poor children are as overwhelmed
 18 LXVIII   |           preface causes talk. My poor Theo worries me. I do not
 19 LXXVII   |          of terrible things; that poor little Madame Lambert [Footnote:
 20 LXXVIII  |        they decide the fate of my poor friend.~A word of response,
 21 LXXXI    |        are INACCESSIBLE in Paris? Poor old fellow, did you finally
 22 LXXXI    |     dreams for two weeks about my poor Esther, and now at last,
 23 LXXXVII  |         the consequences; rich or poor, victors or vanquished,
 24 LXXXVII  |           from coming to see your poor old friend this autumn?
 25 LXXXVIII |          somewhat imbecilic? What poor people!~And Sainte-Beuve?
 26 LXXXIX   | everything is good in this world.~Poor Thuillier has not sparkling
 27 LXXXIX   |        her living, she is cruelly poor. I told you in my lost letter
 28 XCVI     |            since so many vapid or poor things make money.~Here
 29 CVI      |     sudden separation was sad, my poor Lina weeping at leaving
 30 CVIII    |          I miss Maurice and Lina. Poor Calamatta is at the last
 31 CIX      |   FLAUBERT Nohant, 12 March, 1869~Poor Calamatta died the 9th,
 32 CXXI     |          in it, there you are!~My poor Bouilhet bothers me. He
 33 CXXIX    |        occasion,” to profit by my poor Bouilhet’s death. They will
 34 CXXX     |     evening, 13 October, 1869~Our poor friend is not to be buried
 35 CXXXI    |         We shall meet Saturday at poor Sainte-Beuve’s funeral.
 36 CXLI     |        challenge that stimulates.~Poor Saint-Rene Taillandier is
 37 CXLIV    |     economy for his mother who is poor. It appears that it is very
 38 CXLV     |  enormously lacking.~In losing my poor Bouilhet, I lost my midwife,
 39 CLI      |        gloom, sorrow and chagrin. Poor dear friend! Let us continue
 40 CLII     |    FLAUBERT Paris, 2d March, 1870~Poor dear friend, your troubles
 41 CLIII    |       March, 1870~How are you, my poor child? I am glad to be here
 42 CLX      |     porter; here is a second one.~Poor dear master! How uneasy
 43 CLX      |        illnesses and funerals! My poor servant is still at the
 44 CLXI     |        begin the article about my poor Bouilhet, a painful and
 45 CLXIII   |      things are, for my memory is poor. You had sold him one volume
 46 CLXV     |           in order the rest of my poor Bouilhet’s papers, on whom
 47 CLXV     |          not live with me, and my poor good simple mother has become
 48 CLXVI    |          it is, the article on my poor Bouilhet. I am going to
 49 CLXVII   |         Another grief for you, my poor old friend. I too have a
 50 CLXVII   |    humanity. As for you, you miss poor Jules [Footnote: De Goncourt.]
 51 CLXVIII  |           to think any more of my poor Moi, of my miserable carcass!
 52 CLXVIII  |       nothing more to say to you.~Poor Edmond de Goncourt is in
 53 CLXVIII  |     efforts to be stoical. But my poor brain is enfeebled at moments.
 54 CLXIX    |         preoccupies me most about poor Jules’ (de Goncourt) death,
 55 CLXIX    |           he will awaken; but we, poor beasts of survivors, we
 56 CLXIX    |    understand.~It is, I say, this poor Edmond who is on my mind.
 57 CLXXII   |            What you tell me about poor Nohant is terrible. The
 58 CLXXIII  |     victors! One sees nothing but poor peasants mourning for their
 59 CLXXV    |           human butchery tears my poor heart to pieces. I tremble
 60 CLXXV    |          if I had fought with our poor soldiers.~I embrace you.
 61 CLXXVI   |        Observe that I defend that poor Republic; but I do not believe
 62 CLXXVII  |       older I should be resigned.~Poor Paris! I think it is heroic.
 63 CLXXVII  |          longer habitable for the poor mandarins.~
 64 CLXXIX   |           hundred and seventy-one poor people, and they were all
 65 CLXXXIII |          Prussians. As soon as my poor dwelling (of which I have
 66 CLXXXV   |           try to make up again my poor Saint-Antoine and to forget
 67 CLXXXVI  |      League and the men in armor! Poor France, who will never free
 68 CLXXXVIII|         me is that it has aged my poor, dear, old mother by ten
 69 CXCIII   |         yourself, tell me of your poor mother, your family, of
 70 CXCIV    |          I don’t dare to leave my poor mother! When I am obliged
 71 CXCIV    |          and well said! Sad! Sad! Poor France! And they accuse
 72 CXCIV    |     looking after the grave of my poor Bouilhet today; so tonight
 73 CXCVI    |      either the human race or our poor, dear country. But one feels
 74 CXCVII   |        what good there was in the poor and what interest there
 75 CXCVII   |           the ill that killed it. Poor Germany! the cup of the
 76 CXCIX    |            But I believe that the poor hate the rich, and that
 77 CXCIX    |        the rich are afraid of the poor. It will be so forever.
 78 CCII     |   instinct for self-preservation. Poor France! Poor us!~What do
 79 CCII     |   self-preservation. Poor France! Poor us!~What do you think I
 80 CCV      |          the same for me, and for poor Mademoiselle de Flaugergues
 81 CCXI     |     touching. But I see that this poor friend was, like you, one
 82 CCXVII   |        some one.~Pray why is your poor little mother so irritable
 83 CCXVII   |      hated him then, him too this poor poet? She is mad.~You may
 84 CCXIX    |         them. I thought that your poor mother was too deaf to listen
 85 CCXXI    |          and at every instant, my poor dear friend. I am thinking
 86 CCXXI    |          with death.~In short, my poor child, I can only open a
 87 CCXXII   |           over and over again, my poor, dear friend, how much I
 88 CCXXIII  |           dead, and the last one, poor Theo, is not for long, I
 89 CCXXIII  |           last two weeks, that my poor dear, good mother was the
 90 CCXXIV   |          28 April, 1872~I hold my poor Aurore, who has a terrible
 91 CCXXV    |           quieter than there; “my poor old mother” loved you very
 92 CCXXV    |         less.~Do you know that my poor Theo is very ill? He is
 93 CCXXVIII |        like to have you now in my poor Croisset.~It seems to me
 94 CCXXXIII |      anything except that against poor mankind, which is not worth
 95 CCXXXVIII|        none the less distressing. Poor Theo! I pity him deeply,
 96 CCXXXVIII|           for the funeral of this poor friend. What cruel and repeated
 97 CCXXXIX  |   Although expected, the death of poor Theo has distressed me.
 98 CCXLIV   |          that the thing is bad or poor. It is only Charles Edmond
 99 CCLVII   |        you for what you say of my poor Bouilhet!~I adore your “
100 CCLIX    |           day. That is resting my poor brain.~I am going to resume
101 CCLXI    |         the living accommodations poor. I got through it all very
102 CCLXV    |          TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT~Your poor old troubadour, just getting
103 CCLXVI   |          are bad for Catholicism. Poor father Hugo (whom I could
104 CCLXXIX  |         the Cluny Theatre.~Ah! my poor Bouilhet did well to die!
105 CCLXXXI  |         14 July, 1874;~What? ill? poor, dear master! If it is rheumatism,
106 CCLXXXIII|           us. I have just lost my poor blind Duvernet, whom you
107 CCLXXXV  |        Nohant, 8th December, 1874~Poor dear friend,~I love you
108 CCLXXXV  |     imbecility of the human race. Poor dear! imbecility, that,
109 CCXC     |       rejoicing over the death of poor Michel. For me, it is a
110 CCXCIV   |     FLAUBERT Nohant, 15 August~My poor, dear, old fellow,~I learn
111 CCCII    |          aspect is for the moment poor and ugly. Besides, I do
112 CCCII    |    admitted to comprehend; a very poor truth, very limited, very
113 CCCII    |           and you complain like a poor man. Be charitable to a
114 CCCIX    |        all that, the health of my poor niece worries me extremely
115 CCCIX    |    building up her strength? Your poor Cruchard takes less and
116 CCCIX    |         truly, your greatness.—I, poor wretch, I am stuck on the
117 CCCXII   |        any one could do me. If my poor nephew should get the capital
118 CCCXVI   |           mother the second time. Poor, dear, great woman! What
119 CCCXVII  |       forget, and I dream of your poor, dear mamma in a sadness
120 CCCXIX   |        COMPLETE EDITION? Ah! your poor dear mamma! How often I