Releasing her hands from his firm grasp, the girl lays them lightly crossed upon his breast, and looks up at him with perfect trust,—,
"Wait, Mrs. Rodney. Let me help you across.",
"I don't like Mr. Boer," says Mona, "and it was not me he came to see.".
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