Nothing can save me, I know that.

In case you are unwilling to see your unhappy sister-in-law, send me, at least, the money to end my days.

Your brother desires my death; he has always desired it.

He warned me that he knew three ways of killing a woman, but I had not the sense to foresee the one he has employed.
In case you will consent to relieve me, and judge for yourself the misery in which I now am, I live in the rue du Houssay, at the corner of the rue Chantereine, on the fifth floor.

If I cannot pay my rent to-morrow I shall be put out--and then, where can I go?
May I call myself, Your sister-in-law, Comtesse Flore de Brambourg.
"What a pit of infamy!" cried Joseph; "there is something under it all." "Let us send for the woman who brought the letter; we may get the preface of the story," said Bixiou.
The woman presently appeared, looking, as Bixiou observed, like perambulating rags.