24 November, 1897.
Dear Lucie:
All these months I have written you many long letters, in which my oppressed heart has unburdened itself of all our too long-endured common sorrow. It is impossible to disengage the mind from its ego at all times; to rise above the sufferings of every instant. It is impossible that all my being should not quiver, should not cry aloud with anguish at the thought of all you suffer, at the thought of our dear children; and if when I fall I again and again raise myself up, it is to send forth the thrilling appeal for you, for them.
Though my body, my brain, my heart, everything, is worn out, my soul remains intangible, ever ardent, its determination unshaken and strong in the right of every human being to have justice and truth for himself, for those who belong to him.
And the duty of every one is to co-operate in every effort, by every means, toward this single object—justice and reparation; to put an end at last to this appalling and too long-continued martyrdom of so many human creatures.
I wish, therefore, my good darling, that our terrible tortures may soon be ended.
I have received during the month letters from your dear parents from all our family. I have answered them.
My best kisses to all.
And for you, for our children, all the tenderness of my heart, all my love, all my thoughts, that never leave you for one single instant.