Mona, who has blushed rosy red at his kiss, is now beaming on her lover, and has drawn back her skirts to admit of his coming a little closer to her. He is not slow to avail himself of this invitation, and is now sitting with his arm thrown across the back of the wooden chair that holds Mona, and with eyes full of heartfelt gladness fixed upon her.,
He moves towards the door with "pride in his port, defiance in his eye," as Goldsmith would say.,
"No," said the swans; "it shall not be so. Across this water is the home of that Above Person. Get on our backs, and we will take you there.".
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