Consuelo will not appear as often in this collection of reminiscences as I'd like simply because the time of her arrival in London coincided with my becoming quite a recluse (the reasons for which I'll get to at some point,) but I have had the happiest time sharing my life with her. Time spent with her was precious.
In fact, the happiest time I have experienced, the happiest memory in this collection, was the week of her first visit to London. I felt so very, very happy and so very, very fortunate. I'd had such a run of bad luck but now none of that was important.
On the third day we kissed at mid-day and the kiss lasted until early evening when we decided that we might have a bite to eat.
In fact, the happiest time I have experienced, the happiest memory in this collection, was the week of her first visit to London. I felt so very, very happy and so very, very fortunate. I'd had such a run of bad luck but now none of that was important.
On the third day we kissed at mid-day and the kiss lasted until early evening when we decided that we might have a bite to eat.
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