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As the sun died down, the moon arose above the hills and lighted the travellers along a path winding by the shores of an irregular mountain lake, and overhung by a multitude of cherry trees in full blossom.
"Look! " cried Mrs. Brande, joyfully, "there in front you see the lights of the Dâk Bungalow at last. You will be glad of your dinner, and I'm sure _I_ shall."