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In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its coming and its going.
Sometimes, to teach his little darling a lesson if she had been the least naughty, Mr. Min would fasten queerly twisted scraps of paper, on which were written many Chinese words, to the string of her favourite kite.
As he walked along the road jingling the string of cash, and thinking that he must soon give it up to his neighbour, he grew very sad.
"'Dear Sara must come into the drawing room and talk to Mrs. Musgrave about India,'" mimicked Lavinia, in her most highly flavored imitation of Miss Minchin. "'Dear Sara must speak French to Lady Pitkin.
