"As berries," says Mona, genially.,
He follows her, full of remorse and contrition. Her glance, even more than her words, has covered him with shame, and cured him of his want of generosity.,
To her it is always as though he is devoid of name. It is always "he" and "his" and "him," all through, as though no other man existed upon earth..
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