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On the last night of 1870 a meeting of friends at Nohant broke up with the parting words, "All is lost!" "The execrable year is out," writes Madame Sand, "but to all appearances we are entering upon a worse." On the 15th of January, 1871, her little drama François le Champi, first represented in the troublous months of 1849, was acted in Paris for the benefit of an ambulance.
What sort of archeology is Maurice busy with? Embrace your little girls warmly for me. Your old friend CCIII. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT Nohant, 23 November, 1871 I hear from Plauchut that you won't let yourself be abducted for our Christmas Eve REVELS. You say you have too much to do. That is so much the worse for us, who would have had such pleasure in seeing you. You were at Ch.
Henry James, who has remarked that in affairs of the heart George Sand never "behaved like a gentleman." When I wrote my novel Mauprat at Nohant in 1846, if I remember rightly I had just been suing for a separation.
This letter is stupid. In the midst of my bewilderment, I embrace you and yours also. Your old blockhead who loves you. CCXXXIII. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT Nohant, 19 July, 1872 Dear old troubadour, We too are going away, but without knowing yet where we are going; it doesn't make any difference to me.
Eugène Delacroix, one of Madame Sand's earliest and most valued friends in the artist-world, and one of the many with whom she enjoyed along and unclouded friendship, gives in his letters some agreeable pictures of life at Nohant, during his visits there in the successive summers of 1845 and 1846:
Her brother, Hippolyte Chatiron, now married, came with his family to settle in the neighborhood, and spent some time at Nohant. He had fallen into the fatal habit of drinking, in which he was joined by M. Dudevant to the degradation of his habits and, it would be charitable to suppose, to the confusion of his intelligence.
Once more they settled down at Nohant, where Madame Dudevant, except for a few brief absences on visits to friends, or to health resorts in the vicinity, remained stationary for the next four years, during which her after-destiny was unalterably shaping itself.
I passed Nohant without stopping, at La Châtre I dined and changed diligence, and went on by night up the valley of the Indre, the Vallée Noire, past Ste. Sévère to Boussac. At Ste. Sévère the Indre is quite a small stream.
It is a gulf which draws me in. However, I work at my novel like a lot of oxen. I hope on New Year's Day not to have over a hundred pages more to write, that is to say, still six good months of work. I shall go to Paris as late as possible. My winter is to pass in complete solitude, good way of making life run along rapidly. XCVIII. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT, in Paris Nohant, 20 November, 1868
Have you promised your support to the candidacy of Duquesnel? if not, I should like to beg you to use to the utmost your influence to support my friend, Raymond Deslandes, as if he were Your old troubadour, G. Flaubert Thursday, three o'clock, 13 June, 1872. Answer me categorically, so that we may know what you will do. CCXXXI. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT, at Croissset ..Nohant, 5 July, 1872
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