Juliette DROUET. L.A., Paris March 16 [1876] Thursday evening 5:00, to Victor Hugo; 4 pages in-16. "What a man you are, my incomparable beloved! At one time a sublime, terrible and gentle avenger, the fear of the perverse and the courageous and merciful protector of the persecuted and the misguided! [...] whatever you do and whatever you say, you are to be admired in your greatness". She loves him as no man has ever been loved, "My love intoxicates me to the point of making my thoughts waver, but my soul contemplates you with a fixity of adoration that nothing can shake. I am at your feet that I kiss devoutly.