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Meanwhile, the hours go by "laden with golden grain." Every day makes Mona dearer and more dear, her sweet and guileless nature being one calculated to create, with growing knowledge, an increasing admiration and tenderness. Indeed, each happy afternoon spent with her serves but to forge another link in the chain that binds him to her. This eulogy on the departing Larry she delivers with much unction, and a good deal of check apron in the corner of one eye. "I am so glad you are poor," says Mona. "If you were rich or even well off, I should never consent,—never!".
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