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"Mona! Do you want me to stay?" asks he, suddenly, taking her hands in his. "Tell me the truth." "Yet what does Feltham say? 'He that hopes too much shall deceive himself at last' Your medicine is dangerous, darling. It will kill you in the end. Just think, Dorothy, how could you live on five hundred a year!" "What horse are you taking?" asks she, holding him..
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