Letter

 1 XVIII    |     the dream has been sombre. Isn’t it the same with you?
 2 XXI      | forwarded to me from Paris. It isn’t lost. I think too much
 3 XXI      |     unfortunates of the world? Isn’t it the people without
 4 XXI      |        After reflecting on it, isn’t that your opinion? If
 5 XLIV     |     without having studied it. Isn’t it an uneasiness, an anguish
 6 LXXVI    |    winter, don’t you think so? Isn’t it lovely, the moonlight
 7 LXXXVI   |     you. What a lovely forest, isn’t it? but it is especially
 8 XCIX     | benefit from the opportunity.” Isn’t it a fine piece of idiocy,
 9 CVII     |    little. Moreover, the basis isn’t changed. There are tender
10 CXIV     |        s profession is horrid, isn’t it? Between now and Friday
11 CXXI     |      unconquerable melancholy. Isn’t it queer! He who was so
12 CLXV     |        Mademoiselle Hauterive, isn’t it? This suicide of lovers
13 CXCI     |        of the God Horn, and it isn’t easy. I spent all the
14 CXCV     |        a good God, a Saviour), isn’t it perhaps capable of
15 CCXVII   | deafness is a barrier to that. Isn’t it a question of material
16 CCXXXVIII|     Take her to live with you. Isn’t there anywhere a little
17 CCXLIII  |        over her fat shoulders, isn’t she decidedly of the Restoration!
18 CCLXX    |    please the temporal powers. Isn’t it funny, this simple
19 CCC      |     literature. Are you right? Isn’t it rather a lack of conviction
20 CCCVIII  |         It is a charming book, isn’t it? If you knew the author