Time wastes too fast : every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity Life follows my pen ; the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“This is the true reason, that my dear Jenny and I, as well as all the world besides us, have such eternal squabbles about nothing. — She looks at her outside, — I, at her in — . How is… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
