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"I remember it; and I remember, too, who watched all that: do you?" he asks, his eyes fixed upon hers. The ready tears spring into Mona's eyes. She is more deeply, passionately grateful to him for this small speech than he will ever know. "Worse!" repeats his mother, in a withering tone. In this mood she is not nice, and a very little of her suffices..
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