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CHAPTER XXIII. For all this Lady Rodney is devoutly thankful. She is glad of the girl's absence. She has no desire to exhibit her, prejudice making Mona's few defects to look monstrous in her eyes. Yet these same defects might perhaps be counted on the fingers of one hand. The young man answered, "I am mourning for my wife. She died some time ago. I am looking for her.".
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