I verily believe that her not remembering and not minding in the least, made me cry again, inwardly - and that is the sharpest crying of all.
A brisk, bright, blue-eyed fellow, a very neat figure and rather under the middle size, never out of the way and never in it.
Although I am an old man, night is generally my time for walking.
He did each single thing as if he did nothing else.
And what about the cash, my existence's jewel?
Take the pencil and write under my name, 'I forgive her.