Such is the tale of the destruction of the Lacedaemonian mora.
With a joyous heart he turned about and hurried back to Mora.
After tea Mrs. Mora insisted on Olive's retiring for the night.
"I must have it at any price," says the Nabob, hooked by the name of Mora.
It is not an extraordinary thing to meet Mora in the Bois on a Sunday.
Was it not enough that at such a ...