The cold seems hardly to touch Mona, so wrapped she is in the beauties of the night. There is at times a solemn indefinable pleasure in the thought that we are awake whilst all the world sleepeth; that we alone are thinking, feeling, holding high communion with our own hearts and our God.
777SuperStrike, "Why, Spice, of course," opening her eyes. "Didn't you know. Why, what else could I mean?"
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777SuperStrike "Oh! so you can ride, then," says Lauderdale, alluding probably to the cause of his late merriment..
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