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She flushes, opens her lips as if to speak, and yet is dumb,—perhaps through excess of emotion. "Whatever you wish shall be done," says Mona earnestly, knowing she can induce Nicholas to accede to any request of hers. Geoffrey, leading his wife into the hall, pauses beneath a central swinging lamp, to examine her critically. The footman who is in attendance on them has gone on before to announce their coming: they are therefore for the moment alone..

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