Dear mother, I said to him, that'did you cry; I'm angry that you have maintained my sorrows! A l'now, she closed my door, she blew out her candle and she rushed over me. She held me kissed her; she was lying on my blanket next to me. — Dear mother, I said to him, that'do you have? Is it that you're wrong? What should I do? — I'm shaking, she said to me, I shudder; a cold deadly s'is poured out on me. — Do you want me to get up and that I will yield my bed? — No, she told me, it would not be necessary for you to levassiez, spread just a little coverage, m I'approach of you; I warms me and I heal them.