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"Oh! can nothing be done?" asks Mona, turning to him eyes full of entreaty. All the people hurried to obey. What Three Bulls ordered was soon done, for the people feared him, and soon a great pile of wood was heaped beside the dead man. THE CAMP OF THE GHOSTS.
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She lifts her luminous eyes to his, and regards him fixedly as she speaks, full of hopeful excitement. Her eyes have always a peculiar fascination of their own, apart from the rest of her face. Once looking at her, as though for the first time impressed with this idea, Geoffrey had said to her, "I never look at your eyes that I don't feel a wild desire to close them with a kiss." To which she had made answer in her little, lovable way, and with a bewitching glance from the lovely orbs in question, "If that is how you mean to do it, you may close them just as often as ever you like." "Oh, Mona, if you could only know how wretched I was all last night," he says; "I never put in such a bad time in my life." "Poor Mona!" says Geoffrey; "don't tell her about it, as remorse may sadden her." "Yes; where is Mona?" says Jack, looking up from the cup she has just given him..
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