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Kneeling down by her, Dorothy lays her head upon Mona's knee, and bursts out crying afresh. And now Mona knows no more nervousness, but with a steady and practised hand binds up his arm, and when all is finished pushes him gently (very gently) from her, and "with heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes," surveys with pride her handiwork. "They would be, of course," says the duchess..
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