"Must you really go, Geoffrey?—really?" asks Mona, miserably, looking the very personification of despair. She has asked the same question in the same tone ever since early dawn, and it is now four o'clock.,
"Come," he said, taking hold of her arm.,
It was all terrible,—this young man coming and the thought that, no matter how they might try to disbelieve in his story, still it might be true..
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