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"Did she have both together on her knee?" asks Dorothy, vaguely. "She must have found it heavy." "Come in, come in," he begins, cheerily, and then, catching sight of Mona's pale face, stops short. "Why, what has come to ye?" cries he, aghast, glancing from his niece to Rodney's discolored shirt and torn coat; "what has happened?" "A great deal. I should. I have heard of almost nothing else since my arrival in England," replies he, slowly..
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