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"Forgive me: it was an ugly word," he says, "I take it back. I shall never forbid you to do anything, Mona, if my doing so must bring that look into your eyes. Yet surely there are moments in every woman's life when the man who loves her, and whom she loves, may claim from her obedience, when it is for her own good. However, let that pass. I now entreat you not to go again to Ryan's cabin." Another pause, longer than the last. "Fancy a turkey ghost," says Mona. "How ugly it would be. It would have all its feathers off, of course.".
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