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"My darling, why?" "It was Tim Ryan," returns Mona, wearily, feeling unequal to a long story just at present. "Ah, it is you!" cries she, her face growing glad again..
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"Pray for me," he says. "I'll take it," says Nicholas; "but, even if you did, I should still owe you a debt of gratitude for bringing Doatie here thirty minutes before we hoped for her." A strange feeling of shyness is weighing upon her. Her stalwart English lover is standing close beside her, having risen from his chair with his eyes on hers, and in his shirt-sleeves looking more than usually handsome because of his pallor, and because of the dark circles that, lying beneath his eyes, throw out their color, making them darker, deeper, than is their nature. How shall she bare the arm of this young Adonis?—how help to heal his wound? Oh, Larry Moloney, what hast thou not got to answer for! "No; I have not forgotten you," says Mona, shrinking away from him. As she speaks she looks nervously at Nicholas..
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