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The duchess is amused. So at her bidding he repeats the lines slowly, and in his best manner, which is very good:— "Shut it up tight again, Mona, and let me try to open it." And, Mona having closed the panel again and jumped down off the chair, Doatie takes her place, and, supported by Nicholas, opens and shuts the secret door again and again to her heart's content..
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