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"You look like Marguerite. A very lovely Marguerite," says Geoffrey, idly, gazing at her rather dreamily. For a brief instant the Australian's eyes flash fire; then he lowers his lids, and laughs quite easily. Nolly is especially and oppressively cheerful. He is blind to the depression that marks Mona and Geoffrey for its own, and quite outdoes himself in geniality and all-round amiability..
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