At the farthest end of the room, near a window, lying back in an arm-chair, lies Mona, sound asleep.,
She winds her arms, around him, seeing he is still determined to go, and, throwing back her head, looks into his face.,
"Oh, no, I shouldn't," he says, gently; and then the subject drops..
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