"It doesn't sound right," says Mona, shaking her head.,
Starting convulsively at the sound of her cry, he turns, and, drawing with lightning rapidity a tiny pistol from his pocket, raises his arm, and deliberately covers her.,
"Oh, no, don't," says Mona, earnestly. Then she stops short, and blushes a faint sweet crimson..
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