Occasionally, it is true, there occurs in these deplorable letters just a touch of sentiment, but how crudely, how prosaically expressed. Immediately after the passage quoted above, for instance, I find this:—
"P.S.—Dear old boy, you don't mind when I rag you, do you? Here's just a teeny-weeny × for you. M."
How does "Amorosa" phrase such a sentiment?
"... My lips cannot touch your lips, but my soul seeks yours, and in that spiritual embrace there is something of eternity."
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And yet, after all——
THE TATTOOER'S ART.
Exasperated Backer. "'It 'im Charley; don't look at them pictures."