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Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days.' "What!" says Mona And then she grows quite pale, and, slipping off the stile, stands a few yards away from him. "What, indeed?" says Geoffrey, tragically. "Worse still, what would have become of poor Mona?".
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A deep hush has fallen upon everything. The air is cold and piercing. Mona shivers, and draws even closer to Geoffrey, as, mute, yet full of saddest thought, they move through the leafless wood. This is all. The paper is old, soiled, and has apparently made large acquaintance with pockets. It looks, indeed, as if much travel and tobacco are not foreign to it. Geoffrey, taking it from Mona, holds it from him at full length, with amiable superciliousness, between his first finger and thumb. "No," he replied, "my heart was sad; I did not count the days. Since I left, the berries have grown and ripened." "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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