Letter

 1 XXII    |      Paris the 26th. Business calls me in any event. I shall
 2 XXXVI   |    feet to go where her heart calls her. I am well preserved
 3 CXIII   |     on his right eye, and who calls the sumachs of the garden,
 4 CXXV    |      to Paris and my business calls me there too. I shall then
 5 CXXXVIII| rolled in the mud. La Gironde calls me Prudhomme. That seems
 6 CXLIV   |    baby in her lap; Gabrielle calls Punch, HER LITTLE ONE, and
 7 CLIX    |      me in Paris, and the sun calls you elsewhere, have no regret
 8 CLXIX   |      chatters and argues. She calls Plauchut, OLD BACHELOR.
 9 CXCVII  |    SOCIAL SCIENCE of which it calls itself the sole depository,
10 CCXXIII |     my Paris lodging. Nothing calls me to Paris any longer.
11 CCCVI   |      heroes and demigods. She calls them horrid fellows.~We