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"Oh, no," says Mona, shocked at this interpretation of her manner. "I did not mean all that; only I really did not require it; at least"—truthfully—"not much. And, besides, a song is not like a gold chain; and you are quite different from them; and besides, again,"—growing slightly confused, yet with a last remnant of courage,—"there is no reason why you should give me anything. Shall I"—hurriedly—"sing something else for you?" "Go, Paul!" she says, with vehement entreaty, the word passing her lips involuntarily. "Because, of course, you will, you must. Your world is not mine.".
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"Well," asked the old woman, "for whom are you mourning?" "And what color becomes you? Blue? that would suit your eyes, and it was blue you used to wear last month." "I will burn them with my own hands," says Mona. Here her eyes fall upon Ryan's motionless figure, and a shudder passes over her..
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