Letter

 1 Introd  |     yourself up in art, and count everything else as nothing.
 2 V       |    need to tell you that we count on you to dig his noble
 3 XXXV    |  have had sometimes—one can count such emotions in one’s life—
 4 XXXVI   |    sentiments. You can then count on my heart not being able
 5 XCIII   |    like Saint-Gueltas, like Count de Sauvieres, like Rebec!
 6 CV      |     come this summer and we count on it absolutely. Sooner
 7 CXIX    |     FLAUBERT~Then Monday, I count on you, at half past six;
 8 CXX     |      my dear good friend, I count on you and I embrace you.~
 9 CXXIII  |      We don’t forget it, we count on it, we dream of it, and
10 CXXXIV  |    Paris. My children still count on it, and all of us send
11 CXCVII  | ridiculous and cowardly, we count for nothing; we are nothing
12 CCXXVI  | write. I embrace you, and I count on seeing you soon.~G. Sand~
13 CCLXXX  |      in which my affections count for nothing. You tell me
14 CCCIX   |    jealousy.~Except for the count, all are virtuous persons
15 CCCXVIII|    have a good chat. I even count on seeing myself at your