Call me crazy.
-I thought you were joking. But if we talk seriously, he says, dear Mary, what would be good for me, Van der Kerkhoven very rich lady? That a farm should be farms instead of ten? For me, the thing will be enough of a farm.
-Lárifári. I know it’s there when you’re living on what you want to spend a little bit, why not be married. But rich rich answers, it’s the world series.
The rich no-right: most of the time doing a bad deal. Otherwise, I’m not so rich that I could take a long time away from Eldorádóból lady, [Pg 29] whom the king-daddy of chocolate. Today peasant girl dresses, but tomorrow kalaptollért sent to Australia as there is no other.
Well, with his millions?
They are not a pre-extracted from the shop: incomes are very good. But suppose that Van der Kerkhoven Dad suddenly go mad and bags filled with diamonds csapkodna my head, tell me what I do with these millions of useless? I can not play cards, racing stables never will be … Hey, Calvados, fickándozzál not, you old donkey! … Cleo de Merode As for the in-, the other substantially combed ladies are concerned, if the Van der elszerződném Kerkhoven-family, truly
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