"I am indeed dear to you, I think," says Mona, softly and thankfully, growing a little pale through the intensity of her emotion.
44 game, "To Bantry," says Mona, growing white again,—"to-night! Oh, do you want to kill me and yourself?"
◆ Messages, Voice
44 game, Video
44 game
Enjoy voice and video
44 game Her blood heated by her swift run grows cold again as this thought comes to her,—forced to the front by the fact that "all the air a solemn stillness holds," and that no sound makes itself heard save the faint sighing of the night-wind in the woods up yonder, and the "lone and melancholy voice" of the sea, a mile away, as it breaks upon the silent shore..
**********