If I am to continue in this frightful uncertainty, I cannot stand it; I shall sink under it, and then I shall be happy.

I have been on the point of sending you a courier; but [environed as we are] I durst not.

In the name of God, bid somebody write me one word.
"I know not what I have written; my heart is torn in pieces; I feel that by dint of disquietude and alarms I am losing my wits.

Oh, my dear, adorable Brother, have pity on me.

Heaven grant I be mistaken, and that you may scold me; but the least thing that concerns you pierces me to the heart, and alarms my affection too much.