The effect on me was like nothing you could enter into or conceive.

I think it deprived me even of reason, such reason as I had.

I had nothing in me--nothing had ever been put in me--to enable me to endure such a horrible reverse.
My mother had written to that friend, the lady I have mentioned, begging her to break the news to me.

She, however, was on the point of leaving Paris for her country chateau, and simply wrote to madame, the mistress of my school, transferring the unpleasant task to her.

She sent her love to me, and assured me she was very sorry, _desolee_, that she could not delay, to pay me a visit.