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"You are at Mangle Farm," returns she. Then, judging by the blank expression on his face that her words bring him no comfort, she continues with a smile, "That doesn't seem to help you much, does it?" "I don't understand you," says Geoffrey, still rather hotly. "Why?" says Mona. "I couldn't well call her any thing else until I know her.".
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