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Updated: July 26, 2025
Jo, back yer tops'ls! Didn't Henry tell ye that ye wasn't to convarse upon that there last matter even with yerself, for fear o' bein' overheard and sp'ilin' the whole affair? Come, I'll refresh myself." The refreshment in which Jo proposed to indulge was of a peculiar kind which never failed him, it was the perusal of Susan's love-letter.
Geb, Gebrer, Algebra, Gebruderbuh, I am a big fool." "But it is no matter, she shall have an answer," he shouted after a while, and seated himself to write a long, glowing love-letter. When it was finished and read, he tore it in pieces. "No," said he, "if destiny has intended the least thing by acting to me as mail-carrier through the window, let me act reasonably."
No harm in peeping at a love-letter, if you do it with the eye of a friend. Polly spelt just a word when a door opened at her elbow. She dropped her candle and curtsied to the Countess's voice. The Countess desired her to enter, and all in a tremble Polly crept in. Her air of guilt made the Countess thrill. She had merely called her in to extract daily gossip.
One of our maids was going to be married, and a dispute, or some unpleasantness occurred between her and the intended husband. My niece, Miss Ellen Huntley, lowering herself to write a a I can scarcely allow my tongue to utter the word, Mr. Hamish a love-letter!" Miss Huntley lifted her eyes, and her mittens.
Should he ask her to join him at Waxholm, in the Stockholm Archipelago, at the hotel where they had spent so many happy hours during the period of their engagement? Splendid idea! There they could, for two whole days, re-live in memory the first beautiful spring days of their lives, which had flown, never to return again. He sat down and made the suggestion in an impassioned love-letter.
What have you done with that love-letter of yours?" "Oh, come," he said, "I've had no love letter." "You silly liar; I mean the letter from your Lady Tyburn. Have you been kissing it?" "Really, Mabel, this is absurd. I might as well ask you if you have been kissing the Mammoth Circus." "I'm going to bed," said Mabel abruptly. "I'm absolutely fed up with you. I'm sick to death of you. I hate you.
'I never heard of it, papa, said Molly. 'Oh, no. I forgot. What a fool I was! Why, don't you remember the hurry I was in to get you off to Hamley Hall, the very first time you ever went? It was all because I got hold of a desperate love-letter from Coxe, addressed to you. But Molly was too tired to be amused, or even interested.
Charles put this letter into my hand last night. I have scarcely slept I feel so agitated so frightened." And in truth she looked so. Was there ever a very young girl who did not, on receiving her first love-letter? It was an era in Olive's life, too. She even trembled, as by her friend's earnest desire she read the missive.
Here is the big grey house with the chemist's shop; at this point there used to stand a little house, and in it was a beershop; in that beershop I thought out my thesis and wrote my first love-letter to Varya. I wrote it in pencil, on a page headed "Historia morbi."
I had meant to follow Mrs. East's advice and propose to Miss Gilder, I explained, but Monny had not found my buried love-letter. What had become of it I er had never been told. All I knew was that it hadn't come into Miss Gilder's hands; and I should never have as much courage again. "Oh!" Cleopatra exclaimed, with a curious light in her eyes, more like relief than disappointment.
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