There is. In the distance, imbedded in trees, lies an extensive farmstead, larger and more home-like than any he has yet seen.,
"Forgive me, Mona," he says, with deep entreaty. "I confess my fault. How could I speak to you as I did! I implore your pardon. Great sinner as I am, surely I shall not knock for forgiveness at your sweet heart in vain!",
"That is a pretty verse," she says, quietly. "But I do not know the poem. I should like to read it.".
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