Mydarling，——Whenyouholdthisletterinyourhands，Ishallbealreadynear，forIamstartingafewminutesafterit。Weshallbealonetogether。LouisisobligedtoremaininProvencebecauseoftheapproachingelections。Hewantstobeelectedagain，andtheLiberalsarealreadyplottingagainsthisreturn。
Idon’tcometocomfortyou；Ionlybringyoumyhearttobeatinsympathywithyours，andhelpyoutobearwithlife。Icometobidyouweep，foronlywithtearscanyoupurchasethejoyofmeetinghimagain。Remember，heistravelingtowardsHeaven，andeverystepforwardwhichyoutakebringsyounearertohim。Everydutydonebreaksalinkinthechainthatkeepsyouapart。
Louise，inmyarmsyouwilloncemoreraiseyourheadandgoonyourwaytohim，pure，noble，washedofallthoseerrors，whichhadnorootinyourheart，andbearingwithyoutheharvestofgooddeedswhich，inhisname，youwillaccomplishhere。
Iscribblethesehastylinesinallthebustleofpreparation，andinterruptedbythebabiesandbyArmand，whokeepssaying，“Godmother，godmother!Iwanttoseeher，“tillIamalmostjealous。Hemightbeyourchild!
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