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"Why need you go until after Christmas?" she says, in a tone so low that he can barely hear her. "I shall not be too nervous," says Mona, but her face blanches afresh even as she speaks; and Geoffrey sees it. All day long, and often far into the night, these two sat on a near-by hill and wailed, and their mourning was sad..
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Here the old woman at the fire, who has been getting up and down from her three-legged stool during the past few minutes, and sniffing at the pot in an anxious manner, gives way to a loud sigh of relief. Lifting the pot from its crook, she lays it on the earthen floor. It was on this stream near the mountains that the Piegans were camped when Mīka´pi went to war. This was long ago. A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly, "Jack Foster and Terry O'Brien write to me very often," goes on Mona, unconsciously. "And indeed they all do occasionally, at Christmas, you know, and Easter and Midsummer, just to ask me how I am, and to tell me how they have got through their exams. But it is Jack and Terry, for the most part, who send me the music.".
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