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But I blame the people you have fallen among,—not you." "I don't like Mr. Boer," says Mona, "and it was not me he came to see." "You can see it now if you wish," says Mona, quickly, the thought that she may be able to entertain him in some fashion that will not require conversation is dear to her. She therefore takes his arm, and leads him out of the ballroom, and across the halls into the library, which is brilliantly lighted, but just at this moment empty..
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