"But why?" says Mona, trying to read his face. "Am I so different from other people?",
"I'm off, miss," says the miscreant, and, true to his word, darts through the hedge again like a shaft from a bow, and, scurrying through the fields, is soon lost to sight.,
"I seek my wife," said the man, "whom you have stolen. There hang her eyes.".
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