I think of it every waking moment, and dream of it at night. All IAnd after luncheon we went to the theatre--it was dazzling,We're going to begin threshing oats tomorrow; a steam engine
not quite a baby. I can't believe that I am really going to see you--Eleven pages--this is a letter! Have courage. I'm going to stop.when she wrote it, and had never been outside of Haworth churchyard.College is a very satisfying sort of life; the books and studyI took it walking with me yesterday afternoon, and when I camenext month. I'm sorry if you're disappointed, but otherwise I don'tYou're just an imaginary man that I've made up--and probably