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"Will that take her long?" asks Mona, somewhat wistfully, feeling, without understanding, some want in his voice. "I shall go," he says, doggedly, as though divining her secret wish. "I know why you said that about Ryan, and I thank you for it. I should not like to think it was your word had transported him.".
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"You will be near too, Geoffrey?" murmurs Mona, falteringly. A strange feeling of shyness is weighing upon her. Her stalwart English lover is standing close beside her, having risen from his chair with his eyes on hers, and in his shirt-sleeves looking more than usually handsome because of his pallor, and because of the dark circles that, lying beneath his eyes, throw out their color, making them darker, deeper, than is their nature. How shall she bare the arm of this young Adonis?—how help to heal his wound? Oh, Larry Moloney, what hast thou not got to answer for! "I hardly think I follow you," says Geoffrey, in a frozen tone. "In regard to what would you wish your servants deceived?" "A great deal. I should. I have heard of almost nothing else since my arrival in England," replies he, slowly..
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