to ’s ty Surned from the war—if you ask me, he’s long since had his hide pierced.

    ell you see, t never-to-return soldier- Ster  meant for  for someone else.  did tter say? Esty, and in t.

    But alas,  knoo be , I  and er you’ll never knole me for my meddling—as if you yourselves aren’t as nosy as barbers. I’ll just relate to you ter. t s Sten:

    Black Effendi, you’re a visitor to my o your close relations  don’t expect a nod from me. Muc. I rong and spirited sons. One of t noo ting turn of my tle else ered my ts. I migection of a man, but let no one assume  take advantage of my situation. t erer, I’m also returning ture you painted and sent to me  yet about  ’s a mistake to believe t one could fall in love gazing at a picture. It’d be best if you stopped coming to our ely.

    My poor So stamp your letter! At ttom of t letter of ened bird. Nothing more.

    I said “seal.” You’re probably ers. But in fact tters aren’t sealed at all. “t Esterate Jeing.” true, I can’t read ten, but I can al ten, I can quite readily “read” t myself.

    Confused, are you?

    Let  me  put  it  t  tand:

    A letter doesn’t communicate by ter, just like a book, can be read by smelling it, touc and fondling it. telligent folk  tter tells you!”  ten!” Listen, noo w else Shekure said:

    . t tter in secret, by relying on Estter-delivery a matter of commerce and custom, I’m signifying t I don’t intend to conceal t muc all.

    . t I’ve folded it up like a Frencry