A moving love letter from Juliette DROUET to Victor HUGO.

Juliette DROUET (1806-1883).

Autograph letter signed to Victor Hugo.

Four pages in-8°.

October 27 [1844]. Sunday evening.

" As soon as you are no longer here, I no longer live, I no longer think, I no longer hope. "

A magnificent love letter from Juliette Drouet, desperate to find herself alone after her trip with the great man.

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“ Here I am back to doodling, my Toto, a sad pleasure if ever there was one, especially after the two months of love and intimacy that have just passed. Here I am again with my ink, my paper, my spelling mistakes, my stupidity and my love. When I was traveling I didn't need all that paraphernalia to be happy. It was enough for me to love you and God knows if I did it well. Here I don't love you any less, on the contrary, if the opposite could be done, but I live far from you, but I desire you, but I worry, but I suffer and I am unhappy, that's all .

However, I am not ungrateful or forgetful. I feel that you have just given me almost two months of happiness. I still have on my lips the good kisses of every day and every night and I still feel in my hand the pressure of yours. But all this past happiness only serves to bring out more painfully the void that your absence leaves in my life. As soon as you are no longer there, I no longer live, I no longer think, I no longer hope. I desire you and I suffer.

So I dread as much as death our return to this hideous Paris where there is nothing for lovers who love each other as we love each other. Nothing. Neither sun, nor trust, this sun of love. Nothing but rain, suspicions and jealousy, that is to say, the three blackest, saddest and coldest scourges that afflict the body and the heart. Oh! I suffer, my Toto, as much as I love you, it's true, my poor beloved, and it's always like this when you're not with me. Juliette .