Press your lips to the paper.

Do you feel the kiss that I leave there?
Well, well! it will not be for long now that we shall be divided.
Oh, what joy, when I think that I am about to see you! Two days more, at most three, and we shall meet, shall we not?
I am going to see my sister.

I subjoin my address.

Come, come, come; I thirst to see you once more.

And I did well to say, "Wait, and be patient;" we shall not wait long: before the year is out I shall be free.