So at Valmont I was in torture, and my head closed to-gether. You gave me a flower and said it was "plus petite et moins entendue"--We were friends--Then you took it away and I grew sicker, and there was nobody to teach me, so here I am, after five months of misery and agony and desperation. I'm glad you have found the material for a Josephine
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