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Then she opens the letter, and reads as follows: "Mona," says Geoffrey, to her suddenly, in a low whisper, throwing his arm round her (they are driving home, alone in the small night-brougham)—"Mona, do you know what you have done to-night? The whole room went mad about you. They would talk of no one else. Do not let them turn your head." "I am a stranger; I know nothing," she says again, hardly knowing what to say, and moving a little as though she would depart..
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"In the National Gallery, do you mean?" asks Mona, with a pretty, puzzled frown on her brow. "Oh, no, Geoffrey; I shouldn't like that at all. To be stared at by everybody,—it wouldn't be nice, would it?" Then he turns his head away again to let his eyes rest on Mona, as though nowhere else can peace or comfort be found. "Yes, the students, I mean. When with aunty in Dublin I knew ever so many of them, and they were very fond of me." "Geoffrey," says Mona, in a low tone, slipping her hand into his in a half-shamed fashion, "I have five hundred pounds of my own, would it—would it be of any use to Sir Nicholas?".
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