vidows

Updated: May 10, 2025

For me the winter underwear yet and the buckwheat cakes." "You haf no boetry," said Lutz. "True, it is yedt cold, und in der city we haf not many of der signs; but dere are dree kinds of beoble dot should always feel der approach of spring first dey are boets, lovers and poor vidows." Mr. McQuirk went on his way, still possessed by the strange perturbation that he did not understand.

O. Henry - The Voice of the City: Further Stories of the Four Million