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"Put it on you," says Geoffrey. "I would go to the world's end with you," returns she, gently. "Ah! I think you knew that all along." "Brilliantly.".
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"You aren't angry, are you?" says Mona, now really contrite. "I couldn't help it, and it was like it, you know." Mona pours out the tea—which is excellent—and puts in the cream—which is a thing to dream of—with a liberal hand. She smiles at Geoffrey across the sugar-bowl, and chatters to him over the big bowl of flowers that lies in the centre of the table. Not a hothouse bouquet faultlessly arranged, by any means, but a great, tender, happy, straggling bunch of flowers that seem to have fallen into their places of their own accord, regardless of coloring, and fill the room with their perfume. Indeed, as Dorothy says one day, out of the plenitude of her heart, "How we should possibly have got on without you, Mona, I shudder to contemplate." Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings.
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