Chapter 19 No.19

My Dear One,

I have received thy letter telling me thou wilt not be here until the

summer comes. Then, I must tell thee my news, as the springtime is

here, the flowers are budding, the grass is green, soon the plum-tree

in the courtyard will be white. I am jealous of this paper that will see

the delight and joy in thine eyes. In the

            
            

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