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"Do not!" says Mona, again, as though fresh words are impossible to her, drawing her breath quickly. Her evident agitation incenses him to the last degree. Opening the drawer impulsively, he gazes at its contents. "Well?" says Sir Nicholas, as a deadly silence continues for some time after their departure, "what do you think of her?" "Mona, do you think Elise is right? she is so very positive; are you sure heliotrope is the correct shade to go with this?" Or—.
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