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"How couldn't I?" replies he. "Come; let us follow it up to the bitter end." "Was it you?" asks he, raising himself on his elbow to regard her earnestly, though very loath to quit the spot where late he has been tenant. "You? Oh, Mona!" "Yes. Girl with light, frizzy hair and green eye.".
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