She took a sheet of paper and her hand moved rapidly over it.

This is the reply she wrote, also in French: Dear and precious Friend, Your letter of the 13th has given me great delight.

So you still love me, my romantic Julie? Separation, of which you say so much that is bad, does not seem to have had its usual effect on you.

You complain of our separation.

What then should I say, if I dared complain, I who am deprived of all who are dear to me? Ah, if we had not religion to console us life would be very sad.