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"No; I have not forgotten you," says Mona, shrinking away from him. As she speaks she looks nervously at Nicholas. "Oh, yes, lots of 'em," says Mr. Darling, who has come suddenly up beside them: "for instance, I don't believe I ever said it in all my life, either to myself or to any one else. Are you engaged, Mrs. Geoffrey? And if not, may I have this dance?" "Lie down: you will hurt yourself again," she says, trying gently to induce him to return to his former recumbent position; but he resists her..
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