We'll have a bully time

The Tenement Museum posted a love letter on it's blog today, found during the process of excavating and renovating their museum. Its ripped and mysterious (italics are my own additions to the Museum transcript, based on the image of the ripped note):

"___neh: The seat of my pants is still hot from where your lovely papa left________of his brogans but love laughs________. Nobody can keep us apart, for love (n)ever dies--does it dear? Saturday I'll give the usual whistle--pack________suitcase and we'll elope and get married. The Rolls-Rough (sic) will be lined up for the occasion, and we'll have a bully time. Your own only-est."

Brogans, Google tells me, are a type of footwear, so it appears as though this guy got his ass kicked.

Read the full article on the Tenement Museum Bliog.