"Well, as I say, I shall soon," returns Mona, brightening, "because Geoffrey has promised to teach me."
winscenes, He lays his hands lightly on her arm, yet his touch seems to burn through her gown into her very flesh. He stoops towards her.
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winscenes Yew-trees—grown till they form high walls—are cut and shaped in prim and perfect order, some like the walls of ancient Troy, some like steps of stairs. Little doors are opened through them, and passing in and out one walks on for a mile almost, until one loses one's way and grows puzzled how to extricate one's self from so charming a maze..
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