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Sunday, 27 December 1874
I drove out alone in a half-closed carriage, poorly dressed and torn apart by every anxiety in the world.Dimanche, 27 décembre 1874
Maman is ill and I tremble. The dreadful thought of her death drew sighs from me that the rattling of the carriages barely concealed.
With Leclerc, I spoke of setting up my chemistry and physics laboratory.