|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| What truth? I was born here, my father and mother lived here, my grandfather too. I love this house. I couldn't understand my life without that Orchard, and if it really must be sold, sell me with it! | |
 | |  |
|
 |
| | |
| For once in life, at any rate, you must look truth straight in the face. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| You know I sympathize with all my soul. | |
| | |
|
 |
| | |
| Yes, but I ought to be said differently. I'm so sick today, you can't imagine. And you ought to do something better to make it grow better. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| I don't want to be a Beau brummel. | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| This telegram is from Paris. I got one everyday. That wild man is ill again. I love him, that's plain. That love is a stone round my neck. Don't think of me badly. Don't say anything. | |
| | |
|
|
|
