Mere beauty of form and feature will fade indeed, but Mona's beauty lies not altogether in nose or eyes or mouth, but rather in her soul, which compels her face to express its lightest meaning. It is in her expression, which varies with each passing thought, changing from "grave to gay, from lively to severe," as the soul within speaks to it, that her chief charm dwells. She is never quite the same for two minutes running,—which is the surest safeguard against satiety. And as her soul is pure and clean, and her face is truly the index to her mind, all it betrays but endears her to and makes richer him who reads it.
dear-chart-result, Friday is fine, and towards nightfall grows still milder, until it seems that even in the dawn of October a summer's night may be born.
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dear-chart-result "Go to the spring," said the chief, "and tell that young man to let the girl go; she is to be my wife.".
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