to
amherst,
autumn,1851.
dear austin, —i've been trying to think this morning ho to me since you time by minutes, i don't knoreat discrepancies bet to you since you returned to boston — hoo back again. everything is so still here, and the clouds are cold and gray — i think it going back to boston, and ht of you many times and hoped you of ho that long evening that the door in. home is a holy thing, — nothing of doubt or distrust can enter its blessed portals. i feel it more and more as the great oes on, and one and another forsake in hter than all the transmit its purest breaths fragrant and cool to you. ho, fragrant ht autumnal berries. i to give you my portion for today, and take the salt sea's breath in its bright, bounding stead…
your affectionate
emily
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