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At which Mona turns round to him a face very pale, but full of such love as should rejoice the heart of any man, and says, tremulously,— "What's the matter with them?" says Mona, with some pardonable impatience. "Well, it was in a theatre I heard it," confesses Mona, meekly: "it was a great lord who said it on the stage, so I thought it would be all right.".
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When they reached the river the old man said, "This is the place to stand and shoot. I will go down and drive them out." And so they are married, and last words are spoken, and adieux said, and sad tears fall, and for many days her own land knows Mona no more. She opens the door, and runs almost into Mona's arms, who is evidently searching for her everywhere. "The day is done, and the darkness falls from the wings of night." The dusk is slowly creeping up over all the land, the twilight is coming on apace. As the day was, so is the gathering eve, sad and mournful, with sounds of rain and sobbings of swift winds as they rush through the barren beeches in the grove. The harbor bar is moaning many miles away, yet its voice is borne by rude Boreas up from the bay to the walls of the stately Towers, that neither rock nor shiver before the charges of this violent son of "imperial Æolus.".
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