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For this master of the Towers (so the story ran) Elspeth, in her younger days, had borne a love too deep for words, when she herself was soft and rosy-cheeked, with a heart as tender and romantic as her eyes were blue, and when her lips, were for all the world like "cherries ripe." "Yes, of course; but I heard, too, how he escaped his would-be assassin." As she advances and retreats, with her svelte figure drawn to its fullest height, and her face eager and intent upon the business in hand, and with her whole heart thrown apparently into the successful accomplishment of her task, she is looking far lovelier than she herself is at all aware..
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"Where is your home?" asked the bear. "Why are you travelling so far alone?" "Take me down," says Mona, wearily, turning to her lover, as the last faint ring of the horse's feet dies out on the breeze. But hark! What is this that greets her ear? The ring of horse's feet upon the quiet road! Altogether, things are very disappointing; though perhaps there is comfort in the thought that no one is waiting round a corner, or lying perdu in a ditch, ready to smash the first comer with a blackthorn stick, or reduce him to submission with a pike, irrespective of cause or reason..
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