Teresina

My Cremona is uninjured, though it has passed through hard times—it sends a note of love to my Teresina.

I felt that I must have blood at all costs to appease my passion—Teresina's or her lover's, or somebody's.

I was to meet Teresina that evening as usual towards nine o'clock, and I thought the intervening hours would never go by.

His letters were very brief and not very coherent, and he forget to send messages to old Teresina or to Palma.

He would have taken us with him to see all the Easter sights, and no thanks to Teresina either!