Below is the lake, bathed in moonshine. A gentle wind has arisen, and little wavelets silver-tinged are rolling inward, breaking themselves with tender sobs upon the shore.,
"Sure they all admire me," says Miss Mona, with an exasperating smile, meant to wither.,
Geoffrey says nothing. But Sir Nicholas, as though impulsively, says,—.
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