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CHAPTER XIII. "I am sorry I can tell you nothing," says Mona, shaking her head. "I was never in this wood before; I know nothing of it." "By Jove, you know, you've about done it," he says, bestowing upon Geoffrey's shoulder a friendly pat that rather takes the breath out of that young man's body. "Gave you credit for more common sense. Why, such a proceeding as this is downright folly. You are bound to pay for your fun, you know, sooner or later.".
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