It seems to same with Iscappellas? Ys? Gotellus! A tickey | 1 |
| for tie taughts! | 2 |
Listenest, meme mearest! They were harrowd, those fin- | 3 |
| weeds! Come, rest in this bosom! So sorry you lost him, poor | 4 |
| lamb! Of course I know you are a viry vikid girl to go in the | 5 |
| dreemplace and at that time of the draym and it was a very wrong | 6 |
| thing to do, even under the dark flush of night, dare all grand- | 7 |
| passia! He's gone on his bombashaw. Through geesing and so | 8 |
| pleasing at Strip Teasy up the stairs. The boys on the corner were | 9 |
| talking too. And your soreful miseries first come on you. Still to | 10 |
| forgive it, divine my lickle wiffey, and everybody knows you do | 11 |
| look lovely in your invinsibles, Eulogia, a perfect apposition with | 12 |
| the coldcream, Assoluta, from Boileau's I always use in the wards | 13 |
| after I am burned a rich egg and derive the greatest benefit, | 14 |
| sign of the cause. My, you do! Simply adorable! Could I but | 15 |
| pass my hands some, my hands through, thine hair! So vicky- | 16 |
| vicky veritiny! O Fronces, say howdyedo, Dotty! Chic hands. | 17 |
| The way they curve there under nue charmeen cuffs! I am more | 18 |
| divine like that when I've two of everything up to boyproof | 19 |
| knicks. Winning in a way, only my arms are whiter, dear. | 20 |
| Blanchemain, idler. Fairhair, frail one. Listen, meme sweety! O | 21 |
| be joyfold! Mirror do justice, taper of ivory, heart of the cona- | 22 |
| vent, hoops of gold! My veil will save it undyeing from his ether- | 23 |
| nal fire! It's meemly us two, meme idoll. Of course it was down- | 24 |
| right verry wickred of him, reely meeting me disguised, Bortolo | 25 |
| mio, peerfectly appealling, D.V., with my lovebirds, my colom- | 26 |
| binas. Their sinsitives shrinked. Even Netta and Linda,our seeyu | 27 |
| tities and they've sin sumtim, tankus! My rillies were liebeneaus, | 28 |
| my aftscents embre. How me adores eatsother simply (Mon ishe- | 29 |
| beau! Ma reinebelle!), in his storm collar, as I leaned yestreen | 30 |
| from his muskished labs, even my little pom got excited, when I | 31 |
| turned his head on his same manly bust and kissed him more. | 32 |
| Only he might speak to a person, lord so picious, taking up my | 33 |
| worths ill wrong! May I introduce! This is my futuous, lips and | 34 |
| looks lovelast. Still me with you, you poor chilled! Will make it | 35 |
| up with mother Concepcion and a glorious lie between us, | 36 |