ccxxiv

Updated: May 9, 2025

I realized, during the last two weeks, that my poor dear, good mother was the being that I have loved the most! It is as if someone had torn out a part of my vitals. CCXXIV. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT Nohant, 28 April, 1872 I hold my poor Aurore, who has a terrible case of whooping-cough, day and night in my arms.

Gustave Flaubert - The George Sand-Gustave Flaubert Letters