Letter

 1 XVIII    |  pangs. The great river will run black or grey under the
 2 XXI      |   working hard, but ready to run, and loving you with all
 3 LX       |      we shall then go on the run to grasp your hands. If
 4 LXXII    |  easy work, and his thoughts run elsewhere very far from
 5 LXXIV    |   times a day, getting up to run after her child, her cook,
 6 XCVII    |      good way of making life run along rapidly.~
 7 CXLI     |  stage-coach which makes the run, and it is so easy to spare
 8 CCXXXVIII|     are adored here, and you run away to be alone. Well,
 9 CCXL     | Maurice. The little children run like rabbits in the heather
10 CCXCIX   |     of nonsense, which won’t run to more than thirty pages.
11 CCCXVI   |    my grief, two desires: to run off with Aurore and to kill