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"No one blames you," says Mona; "yet it is hard that Nicholas should be made unhappy." Mona, horror-stricken, goes quickly over to her, and touches her lightly on the shoulder. They are the Carsons, mustered in force, and, if anything, a trifle more noisy and oppressive than usual..
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"And what has brought you?" demands she, not rudely or quickly, but as though desirous of obtaining information on a subject that puzzles her. A very charming vision clad in Oxford shirting, and with a great white hat tied beneath her rounded chin with blue ribbons,—something in the style of a Sir Joshua Reynolds,—emerges from among the low-lying firs at this moment. Having watched the (seemingly) light catastrophe from afar, and being apparently amused by it, she now gives way to unmistakable mirth and laughs aloud. When Mona laughs, she does it with all her heart, the correct method of suppressing all emotion, be it of joy or sorrow,—regarding it as a recreation permitted only to the vulgar,—being as yet unlearned by her. Therefore her expression of merriment rings gayly and unchecked through the old wood. 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. "How couldn't I?" replies he. "Come; let us follow it up to the bitter end.".
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