[Victor HUGO]. Juliette DROUET (1806-1883). L.A.S. "Juliette", May 11 [1845?], to Victor Hugo; 4 pages in-8. Nice love letter. "Hello, my poor sweet beloved, hello, my blessed love, hello. I see with sorrow that the weather is dark, rainy and cold this morning. I fear it is a bias for the whole moon, which is the red moon, and I grieve for it because of the bad influence it may have on your poor throat. What a torment it is to know that your healing is bound up with more or less variations in temperature in a climate and under a sky like ours. For my part, I would give everything in the world so that we would have at this very moment an equality of Senegalese warmth due to the fact that I sweat my goodness through every pore and make my skin a poppy with redder legs than the reddest mountain people. All this is not very cheerful and does not make me want to laugh, on the contrary. With that you didn't come back last night as I had flattered myself. It's true that I have a 107f 50c compress to boot, but neither gold nor greatness makes us happy. If I could ever catch up with my heart as I would keep it all to myself and as I would pull your tongue up to your ankle to teach you to forget it as you have done for so long "...