"Go to the spring," said the chief, "and tell that young man to let the girl go; she is to be my wife.",
When she knows Mona she will love her,—who could help it? so he argues; and for this reason he keeps silence until such time as, his marriage being a fait accompli, hopeless expostulation will be of no avail, and will, therefore, be suppressed.,
"Oh, no, don't," says Mona, earnestly. Then she stops short, and blushes a faint sweet crimson..
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