Note 30 — Chapter III
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In 1837 she said to me, “I have never been out of the doors of my house since my brother’s death. For five years I have not been farther than the outer door, once with M. Lamartine, and once to the bench at the first door with the Americans. Since that time, I have not seen the strangers’ garden, nor your little room; for, if I should put my head outside of my own court, I should certainly fall into such a passion with some of the people, that it would make me ill.”