"I sha'n't want any trifles to amuse me, if you will talk to me," says Mona.
film-morning-teer-result, Ashamed of his vehemence, he stoops, and, raising the will from the ground, presents it to her courteously. "Take it: it is yours," he says. Mona closes her fingers on it vigorously, and by a last effort of grace suppresses the sigh of relief that rises from her heart.
◆ Messages, Voice
film-morning-teer-result, Video
film-morning-teer-result
Enjoy voice and video
film-morning-teer-result Two o'clock! The song dies away, and Mona's brow contracts. So late!—the day is slipping from her, and as yet no word, no sign..
**********