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The breeze is so light that hardly a trembling of the leafless branches breaks the deadly silence that reigns all round: "Is he there?" asks Mona, pointing with trembling fingers to the house. "I quite forgot about the driver," says Geoffrey, beneath his breath. This remark is unfortunate. Mona turns upon him wrathfully..
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