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Mona starts violently, and draws back; shame and indignation cover her. Her breath comes in little gasps. Presently her cry is answered. A thick cloud of pigeons—brown and white and bronze and gray—come wheeling into sight from behind the old house, and tumble down upon her in a reckless fashion. They perch upon her head, her shoulders, her white soft arms, even her hands, and one, more adventurous than the rest, has even tried to find a slippery resting-place upon her bosom. "I sha'n't want to see them, perhaps," says Mona, apologetically, "but how shall I avoid it?".
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"'Alas for the rarity But Maxwell still lingers, looking first at her and then very intently at her companion. "Ah! now, I have disturbed you," says Mrs. Geoffrey, pathetically, to whom lovers are a rare delight and a sacred study. "How stupid of me! Sure you needn't have come out, when you knew it was only me. And of course he wants you, poor dear fellow. I thought you were in the small drawing-room, or I shouldn't have called you at all." As if they feared the light..
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