"Shall I write to her?" asks Mona, gently. "Say what you wish done.",
"It is pretty, I think," she says. "The duke," with a grave look, "gave it to me just two years after my son was born.",
The reproach is terrible, and cuts him to the heart. He picks up the poor little bruised flower, and holds it tenderly in his hand..
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