Letter

 1 XII     |      be all right but I have a horrid cold. If it grows too bad,
 2 XLVI    |     Why aren’t you here? It is horrid not to live next door to
 3 LXIX    |    leaving so soon. Yes, it is horrid to have seen your house
 4 CXIV    | slavery to one’s profession is horrid, isn’t it? Between now and
 5 CCXVI   |        where to begin. Oh! how horrid it is to live so separated
 6 CCXLVIII|      that I can spare you that horrid coach from Chateauroux to
 7 CCLVI   |       the rest of the trip was horrid because of the company we
 8 CCLVII  |   aside for the comedy.~What a horrid way of writing is required
 9 CCLXVII |       am not reading all these horrid things that you feed on
10 CCLXXXI |         in your last letter, a horrid thing. Could I, for my part,
11 CCCVI   |       demigods. She calls them horrid fellows.~We have a confounded