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"What have you got behind your back?" says Geoffrey, suddenly, going up to her. In ignorance of the fact that Geoffrey has been hurt in the fray, she lays her hand upon the injured arm. Instinctively he shrinks from the touch. "We must see," says Mona, thoughtfully..
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