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"It was a feeble effort," declares he, contemptuously striking with his cane the trunks of the trees as he goes by them. "How sad Nicholas looks!" says Mona, suddenly. A deep hush has fallen upon everything. The air is cold and piercing. Mona shivers, and draws even closer to Geoffrey, as, mute, yet full of saddest thought, they move through the leafless wood..
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