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"I mean," says Mona, flushing a vivid scarlet, "is she stern?" "He had to see the mare made up, and the pigs fed," says Mona. "Fancy a turkey ghost," says Mona. "How ugly it would be. It would have all its feathers off, of course.".
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The Wolf said to him, "Do you think that we would look for the home of the only one we fear? He is our only danger. From all other enemies we can run away, but from him no one can run. He strikes and there we lie. Turn back; go home. Do not look for the place of that dreadful one." "Ah! Walzes and polkas, you mean?" she says, in a puzzled tone. "Oh, yes, you must indeed," says the little enthusiast, brightening. "It is more than lovely. How I wish I could go with you!" Overcome by the heat of the fire, her luncheon, and the blessed certainty that for this one day at least no one is to be admitted to her presence, Lady Rodney has given herself up a willing victim to the child Somnus. Her book—that amiable assistant of all those that court siestas—has fallen to the ground. Her cap is somewhat awry. Her mouth is partly open, and a snore—gentle, indeed, but distinct and unmistakable—comes from her patrician throat..
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