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"It was true," says Mona: "I was writing letters for Geoffrey." "Do you like it?" she asks, gently, bringing her gaze back from the glowing heavens, to the earth, which is even more beautiful. "Forgive him!" says Rodney. "Surely, however unkind the thoughts he may have cherished for me, I must forget and forgive them now, seeing all he has done for me. Has he not made smooth my last hours? Has he not lent me you? Tell him I bear him no ill will.".
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"Eh?" says Mona. "Tim," she says, "what have I ever done to you that you should seek to make me unhappy?" "Now, sir speak," she says, at length in rather tremulous tones growing fearful of the lengthened silence. There is a dangerous vibration in the arm that Geoffrey has round her, that gives her warning to make some change in the scene as soon as possible. "Oh, it is dreadfully late!" says Mona, with much compunction. "Come, let us hurry.".
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