We. We. Issy done that, I confesh! But you'll love her for her hessians and sickly black stockies, cleryng's jumbles, salvadged from the wash, isn't it the cat's tonsils! Simply killing, how she tidies her hair! I call … [Leer más...]
458.32-459.06 El pelo de Shaun, y la cara de Issy
When I throw away my rollets there's rings for all. Flee a girl, says it is her colour. So does B and L and as for V! And listen to it! Cheveluir! So distant you're always. Bow your boche! Absolutely perfect! I will pack my comb … [Leer más...]
458.26-32 Y le da las gracias por sus cartas
And thanks ever so many for the ten and the one with nothing at all on. I will tie a knot in my stringamejip to letter you with my silky paper, as I am given now to understand it will be worth my price in money one day so don't … [Leer más...]
458.18-26 Shaun le pide a Issy que le escriba (con amor)
Of course, please too write, won't you, and leave your little bag of doubts, inquisitive, be- hind you unto your utterly thine, and, thank you, forward it back by return pigeon's pneu to the loving in case I … [Leer más...]
458.10-18 un poco de tos, ejem, por el hermano
Ahim. That's the stupidest little cough. Only be sure you don't catch your cold and pass it on to us. And, since levret bounds and larks is soaring, don't be all the night. And this, Joke, a sprig of blue speedwell just a spell of … [Leer más...]