"You shall guess," says Mrs. Geoffrey, gayly, with a little laugh. "Now, where do you think?",
At the farthest end of the room, near a window, lying back in an arm-chair, lies Mona, sound asleep.,
She smiles again, and, with a sigh of rapture at her own success, turns to Geoffrey and presses her lips to his out of the very fulness of her heart..
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