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"Well; there isn't much, is there?" says Mona, pleasantly. Geoffrey starts. He walks quickly up to Mona, and, stooping over her, very gently loosens her hand from the other hand she is holding. Passing his arm round her neck, he turns her face deliberately in his own direction—as though to keep her eyes from resting on the bed and lays it upon his own breast. "When you gain your point and find yourself master here, you will know you have made not only one, but many people miserable.".
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