With what mingled joy and sorrow do I take up the pen to write to my dearest friend! Oh, what a change between to-day and yesterday! Now I am friendless and alone...
With what mingled joy and sorrow do I take up the pen to write to my dearest friend! Oh, what a change between to-day and yesterday! Now I am friendless and alone...
 by Hitman in Sep 18, 2018
 by Hitman in Sep 18, 2018
                                    For good, too; though, in consequence of my previous emotions, I was still occasionally seized with a stormy sob . After we had jogged on for some little time, I asked the carrier...
 by Witch Murder in Sep 5, 2018
 by Witch Murder in Sep 5, 2018
                                    And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. `They must go by the carrier,' she thought; `and how funny it'll seem, sending presents to one's own feet!...
 by Wolfenstein in Aug 27, 2018
 by Wolfenstein in Aug 27, 2018
                                    This little wandering journey, without settled place of abode, had been so unpleasant to me, that my own house, as I called it to myself, was a perfect settlement to me compared to that...
 by Hitman in Aug 14, 2018
 by Hitman in Aug 14, 2018
                                    Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door...
 by Wolfenstein in Jul 23, 2018
 by Wolfenstein in Jul 23, 2018
                                    This little wandering journey, without settled place of abode, had been so unpleasant to me, that my own house, as I called it to myself, was a perfect settlement to me compared to that...
 by Wolfenstein in Jul 3, 2018
 by Wolfenstein in Jul 3, 2018
                                    TJust then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door...
 by Witch Murder in Jul 3, 2018
 by Witch Murder in Jul 3, 2018
                                    This little wandering journey, without settled place of abode, had been so unpleasant to me, that my own house, as I called it to myself, was a perfect settlement to me compared to that...
 by Witch Murder in Jul 3, 2018
 by Witch Murder in Jul 3, 2018
                                    Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door...
 by Hitman in Jul 3, 2018
 by Hitman in Jul 3, 2018
                                     
    