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"Good gracious! he can't mean that he is tired of her already," exclaims Mr. Darling, in an audible aside. "That would be too much even for our times." "Now I hope you will feel less pain," she says, with modest triumph. "I think so, Mona. There is one thing I shall never get.".
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