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Jack is laughing over a letter written by one of the fellows in India; all are deep in their own correspondence. "No," says Mona, shaking her head. "Not—not to-night. I shall soon." Of life, or living creature,.
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"Ah, how you flatter!" says Mona. Nevertheless, being a woman, and the flattery being directed to herself, she takes it kindly. "It is an early hour to be astir," he says, awkwardly; then, finding she makes no response, he goes on, still more awkwardly. "Can you tell me if this path will lead me to the road for Plumston?" "No, no. She will stay," says Geoffrey, hurriedly: "I only want to tell you, my dear fellow, how grieved I am for you, and how gladly I would undo many things—if I could." "O'er the dark her silver mantle throws;".
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