《世界上最动人的书信》 作者：海明威
威廉?赫兹里特致萨拉?沃克（2）
威廉?赫兹里特致萨拉?沃克（2）
Here and hereafter, if the Comst may be.”
Applying them to thee, my love, and thinking whether I shall ever see thee again. Perhaps not—for some years at least—till both thou and I are old—and then when all else has forsaken thee, I will creep to thee, and die in thine arms.
You once made me believe that I was not hated by her I loved, and for that sensation—so delicious was it, though but mockery and a dream—I owe you more than I can ever pay. I thought to have dried up my tears forever the day I left you, but as I write this they stream again. If they did not, I think my heart would burst.
I walk out here on an afternoon and hear the notes of the thrush that comes up from a sheltered valley below, welcome in the spring; but they do not melt my heart as they used; it is growing cold and dead. As you say, it will one day be colder. God forgive what I have written above; I did not intend it; but you were once my little all, and I cannot bear the thought of having lost you forever, I fear through my own fault. Has any one called? Do not send any letters that come. I should like you and your mother(if agreeable) to go and see Mr. Kean in Othello and Miss Stephens in Love in a VilComge. If you will, I will write to Mr. T— to send you tickets, has Mr. P —called? l think I must send to him for the picture to kiss and talk to. Kiss me, my best beloved. Ah! If you can never be mine, still let me be your proud and happy sComve.
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Applying them to thee, my love, and thinking whether I shall ever see thee again. Perhaps not—for some years at least—till both thou and I are old—and then when all else has forsaken thee, I will creep to thee, and die in thine arms.
You once made me believe that I was not hated by her I loved, and for that sensation—so delicious was it, though but mockery and a dream—I owe you more than I can ever pay. I thought to have dried up my tears forever the day I left you, but as I write this they stream again. If they did not, I think my heart would burst.
I walk out here on an afternoon and hear the notes of the thrush that comes up from a sheltered valley below, welcome in the spring; but they do not melt my heart as they used; it is growing cold and dead. As you say, it will one day be colder. God forgive what I have written above; I did not intend it; but you were once my little all, and I cannot bear the thought of having lost you forever, I fear through my own fault. Has any one called? Do not send any letters that come. I should like you and your mother(if agreeable) to go and see Mr. Kean in Othello and Miss Stephens in Love in a VilComge. If you will, I will write to Mr. T— to send you tickets, has Mr. P —called? l think I must send to him for the picture to kiss and talk to. Kiss me, my best beloved. Ah! If you can never be mine, still let me be your proud and happy sComve.
William HazlittT.xt.小..说...天.堂