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"My own old pet," says Mrs. Geoffrey, still mysteriously, and with the fondest smile imaginable. "That's me," says Mona, glancing at him archly from under her long lashes. "A mere nothing," says Nicholas, airily; "we were merely chaffing him a little, because you know what a mess he makes of anything of that sort he takes in hand.".

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"But what is to be done?" asks Nicholas, distractedly, though inexpressibly cheered by these professions of loyalty and devotion. "Your people won't hear of it." Mona makes no reply. "Can you see your camp from here?" asked the Raven. "No; but I can fancy him, with his horrid bald head. Now, you know," holding up his hand to stop her as she is about to speak, "you know you said he hadn't a hair left on it.".