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"Well?" says Sir Nicholas, as a deadly silence continues for some time after their departure, "what do you think of her?" Into a breathless, dewy sleep; so still Instinct warns her of treachery; common sense belies the warning. To which shall she give ear?.
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"Shall we ask the Carsons to our dance, Nicholas?" asks his mother, at this moment. "What's the matter with them?" says Mona, with some pardonable impatience. At this Mona breaks into a sweet but ringing laugh, that makes Lady Rodney (who is growing sleepy, and, therefore, irritable) turn, and fix upon her a cold, reproving glance. "I understand," says Lady Rodney, faintly, feeling her burden is "greater than she can bear." "She is, without telling, a young woman who laughs uproariously, at everything,—no matter what,—and takes good care her vulgarity shall be read by all who run.".
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