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And Mona, rousing herself from her unsatisfactory reverie, draws her breath quickly and then moves homeward. "Good by, dear Paul," says Mona, very gently, impressed by his evident grief and earnestness. "I think I hardly understand myself: yet I know I am possessed of a morbid horror lest the county should think I am uncivil to this man merely because he has expressed a hope that he may be able to turn me out of doors. His hope may be a just one. I rather think it is: so it pleased me that Mona should dance with him, if only to show the room that he is not altogether tabooed by us.".
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“I can well believe it,” said Aunt Grenertsen. “People never stay at home in these days. They are forever flying about.”I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
“Well, John,” said Mother. “What is the matter?”
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At this Mona, being a creature of impulse, grows once more pale and troubled. It is a very curious and obsolete, if singularly charming, performance, full of strange bows, and unexpected turnings, and curtseys dignified and deep. Great cascades of water are rushing from the high hills, tumbling, hurrying, with their own melodious music, into the rocky basins that kind nature has built to receive them. The soothing voices of the air are growing louder, more full of strength; the branches of the elms bow down before them; the gentle wind, "a sweet and passionate wooer," kisses the blushing leaf with perhaps a fiercer warmth than it did a month agone. "How did it happen?" she asks, presently..
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