"What!" says Mona And then she grows quite pale, and, slipping off the stile, stands a few yards away from him.,
Mother of stars! the heavens look up to thee.",
"Yes. You may bring it to me—to-morrow," returns she, with the faintest hesitation, which but enhances the value of the permission, whereon his heart once more knows hope and content..
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