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"I didn't make up the mare, miss, before comin' out wid ye," he says, mildly, telling this lie without a blush. "And, if so, what are you doing here?" says Mona, reprovingly. "But why should night produce melancholy?" says Nicholas, dreamily. "It is but a reflection of the greater light, after all. What does Richter call it? 'The great shadow and profile of day.' It is our own morbid fancies that make us dread it.".
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"Why, what is this?" she says, a moment later; "and what a curious hand! Not a gentleman's surely." "And Uncle Brian?" asks Mona, fearfully. Cold, and half wild with horror, she yet retains her presence of mind, and, beckoning to one of the dogs, says imperiously, "At him, Spice!" pointing to Paul Rodney. "Yet I think Warden knows more than he cares to tell," says Mona, at a venture. Why, she herself hardly knows..
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