She was alone, ill and distressed at the death of one of the nuns; she was just as I could have desired.

I returned hither at eight; but when I came in, O! can you conceive what I felt as I mounted these stairs?
That room into which I used always to go, alas! I found the doors of it open, but I saw everything disfurnished, everything disarranged, and your little daughter, who reminded me of mine.

The wakenings of the night were dreadful; I think of you continuously: it is what devotees call an habitual thought, such as one should have of God, if one did one's duty.

Nothing gives me any distraction.

I see that carriage, which is forever going on and will never come near me.