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Stooping, he presses his lips to her hand for the first time. The caress is long and fervent. "If it is too much for you, darling, say so," whispers he; "or shall I go with you?" "Shall we set out now?" says Mona; and she calls "Mickey, Mickey," at the top of her strong young lungs..
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