Mohun, or, the Last Days of Lee by John Esten Cooke
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"You are mistaken!" "Is it possible that I could have forgotten so pleasing a circumstance, madam?" "Yes!" "Where and when have I seen you since that time?" "Everywhere, and at all times!--awake and asleep, day and night!" Mohun shuddered. "True," he said, with a bitter smile. "You remember, then! I am not wrong!" exclaimed the prisoner, gazing intently at him. Mohun raised his head, and I could see the old cynical expression upon his lips. "Certainly I remember, madam," he said. "Do you think it possible for any one to forget your charming ladyship? And could any thing be more delightful than this interview between two old friends? But let us reserve these sweet confidences, these gushing emotions! One thing only is wanting, to perfect the happiness of this moment; the presence this evening of _your dear brother_!--but he is doubtless detained elsewhere!" |
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