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HUGO Victor (1802-1885).
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HUGO Victor (1802-1885).
L.A., Sunday noon [July 9, 1843, to Léonie Biard] 4 pages in-12.
Rare love letter to Madame Biard, unpublished.
[Hugo spends a day in Normandy at Graville, near Le Havre, with his family and the young household of Léopoldine and Charles Vacquerie, before leaving with Juliette Drouet for her trip to the Pyrenees. The letter is obviously hastily written in secret, with a bad pen and in a very cursive handwriting]. He has just received the letter from his "dear sweet angel [...] I am sad and overwhelmed, if you could see my heart, you would be happy. All that surrounds me is joyful, they ask me why I do not laugh, why I am not cheerful as in Paris, they do not understand that it is that I do not have my joy here. Yet they are all very good and very sweet and very happy to see me, and I look like an ingrate. Only you cannot say that I am ungrateful"... He is held up by an appointment and does not hope to see her again until Thursday. He begs her to love him: "Oh! think of me! Love me! Think of the last minute we saw each other and the first minute we will see each other again ....... I would like to write to you every moment, to send you all my thoughts since you have them, and yet I must not. You understand that, don't you, my beloved? O my God! How long it is, and how I need to see you! Sweet angel, fix your adorable eyes on me. From here I will feel them. It will warm my soul. I love you. You are my life.
L.A., Sunday noon [July 9, 1843, to Léonie Biard] 4 pages in-12.
Rare love letter to Madame Biard, unpublished.
[Hugo spends a day in Normandy at Graville, near Le Havre, with his family and the young household of Léopoldine and Charles Vacquerie, before leaving with Juliette Drouet for her trip to the Pyrenees. The letter is obviously hastily written in secret, with a bad pen and in a very cursive handwriting]. He has just received the letter from his "dear sweet angel [...] I am sad and overwhelmed, if you could see my heart, you would be happy. All that surrounds me is joyful, they ask me why I do not laugh, why I am not cheerful as in Paris, they do not understand that it is that I do not have my joy here. Yet they are all very good and very sweet and very happy to see me, and I look like an ingrate. Only you cannot say that I am ungrateful"... He is held up by an appointment and does not hope to see her again until Thursday. He begs her to love him: "Oh! think of me! Love me! Think of the last minute we saw each other and the first minute we will see each other again ....... I would like to write to you every moment, to send you all my thoughts since you have them, and yet I must not. You understand that, don't you, my beloved? O my God! How long it is, and how I need to see you! Sweet angel, fix your adorable eyes on me. From here I will feel them. It will warm my soul. I love you. You are my life.