2016年3月 的存档信息

Sail under thy cousin Colombo

He seemed to ponder it, then asked if I was for Cordova. “No. I am going to Malaga where I take ship.” “This is not the Malaga road.” “No. But I am in no hurry! I should like to walk a mile with you.” “Then do it,” he answered. “Something tells me that we shall not be ill travelers together.” I felt that also and no more than he could explain it…. (阅读全文)