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"I want that root digger," said the woman. "Let our son have the little dog." He had left Mona in the morning at the Grosvenor, and had run down to have it out with his mother and get her permission to bring Mona to the Towers to be introduced to her and his brothers. This he preferred to any formal calling on their parts. She sighs, then looks at the sky, and—sighs again..
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On a low bed, with his eyes fastened eagerly upon the door, lies Paul Rodney, the dews of death already on his face. "I am afraid of nothing," says Mona, simply. "I am not half so much afraid as you were a few moments since, when you could not let your eyes meet mine, and when you shrank from answering me a simple question. In my turn I tell you to pause before going too far." Comes furrowing all the Orient into gold." "Speak lower," said the old woman, "or you may be heard. We have no good food because there is a great snake here who is the chief of the camp. He takes all the best pieces. He lives over there in that snake-painted lodge.".
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