"Come," he says, gently.,
Friday is fine, and towards nightfall grows still milder, until it seems that even in the dawn of October a summer's night may be born.,
"Oh, do not open that—do not!" says Mona, hastily, in an agony of fear, to judge by her eyes, laying a deterring hand upon his arm..
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