Boys and the frogs: though he prefers the tongues and the Bones.1 You shall hear from me again the day after tomorrow--
Your affectionate Brother
Address: Miss Brawne.
My dearest Girl,
If illness makes such an agreeable variety in the manner of your eyes I should wish you sometimes to be ill. I wish I had read your note before you went last night that I might have assured you how far I was from suspecting any coldness. You had a just right to be a little silent to one who speaks so plainly to you. You must believe--you shall, you will--that I can do nothing, say nothing, think nothing of you but what has its spring in the Love which has so long been my pleasure and torment. On the night I was taken ill--when so violent a rush of blood came to my Lungs that I felt nearly suffocated--I assure you I felt it possible I might not survive, and at that moment though〈t〉 of nothing but you. When I said to Brown 'this is unfortunate'2 I thought of you. 'Tis true that since the first two or three days other subjects have entered my head.3 I shall be looking forward to Health and the Spring and a regular routine of our old Walks.