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And Mona, rousing herself from her unsatisfactory reverie, draws her breath quickly and then moves homeward. "She evidently took your advice," says Nicholas. "Other people have done it,—do it every day," says Dorothy, stoutly. She has dried her eyes, and is looking almost as pretty as ever. "We might find a dear nice little house somewhere, Nicholas," this rather vaguely, "might we not? with some furniture in Queen Anne's style. Queen Anne, or what looks like her, is not so very expensive now, is she?".
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