9/18 I observe in you, Richie, an extraordinary deficiency of memory. She has had an illness; Neptune speed her recovery! Now for a turn at our German. Die Strassen ruhen; die Stadt schlaft; aber dort, siehst Du, dort liegt das blaue Meer, das nimmer-schlafende! She is gazing on it, and breathing it, Richie. On my soul, I expect to see the very loveliest of her sex! You must not be dismayed at pale cheeks-blasse Wangen. Her illness has been alarming. |