"Oh, yes, I am quite ready," says Mona, starting somewhat guiltily. And then they pass out through the big yard-gate, with the two dogs at their heels, and their attendant squire, who brings up the rear with a soft whistle that rings through the cool night-air and tells the listening stars that the "girl he loves is his dear," and his "own, his artless Nora Creana."
kerala-dear-number, "Late again, Jermyn," says Sir Nicholas, lazily.
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kerala-dear-number "Oh, no, I shouldn't," he says, gently; and then the subject drops..
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