This woman had a way of looking at people that disconcerted them. You would say that a sharp, threatening flame shot from her eyes. It penetrated your being, searched your heart, and you were powerless against it.
TO ÉMILE TRÉLAT
My Very Dear Friend:
Permit me to dedicate this book to you, whose incomparable friendship has been to the poet, obstinate in his idealism, of hourly assistance, a constant proof of the reality of true generosity and kindness of heart.
Jean Aicard.
La Garde, near Toulon, April 11, 1890.