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Her eyes fall upon the hearthrug. Half under the fender a small piece of crumpled paper attracts her notice. Still talking, she stoops mechanically and picks it up, smooths it, and opens it. "Oh, indeed!" says Mona; and then, with downcast eyes, "but I don't know, because you never told me before." "I never saw any one feel the heat so much as our Oliver," says Geoffrey, pleasantly. "His complexion waxeth warm." "Thank you," says Geoffrey, "but——".