Still alone with my grandchildren; my nephews and friends come to spend two out of every three days with me, but I miss Maurice and Lina. Poor Calamatta is at the last gasp.
Give me the address of the Goncourts, you have never given it to me. Shall I never know it? My letter is still waiting there for them.
I love you and embrace you. I love you much, much, and I embrace you very warmly.
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