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April 17, 2025

"Much better do that"—gloomily—"than marry me Nothing comes of unequal marriages but worry, and despair, and misery, and death," says Mona, in a fearful tone, emphasizing each prophetic word with a dismal nod. "Thunder has stolen my wife," the man answered. "I am looking for his dwelling-place that I may find her." "No; I have not forgotten you," says Mona, shrinking away from him. As she speaks she looks nervously at Nicholas..

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May 4, 2025

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May 24, 2025

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