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Two o'clock! The song dies away, and Mona's brow contracts. So late!—the day is slipping from her, and as yet no word, no sign. "'Bonnie Lesley:' the poet says of her what I think of you." "Mrs. Carson has come to see you," she says, in an agony of fear, giving her a little shake..
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"I think I shall have Allspice too," goes on Mona. "But say nothing. Lady Rodney, if she knew it, would not allow it for a moment. But Jenkins" (the old butler) "has promised to manage it all for me, and to smuggle my dear dogs up to my room without any one being in the least the wiser." "Yet I think Warden knows more than he cares to tell," says Mona, at a venture. Why, she herself hardly knows. Far back from the door crouched two big grizzly bears. She made signs to show that the bears were friendly, and Lone Feather sat down near the door. She stirred the fire, and as she put on fresh wood the sparks flew up toward the smoke hole, which was opened only a little way. "You did not mean it, Mona, did you? You are content here with me?—you have no regret?".
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