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"What has Mr. Moore to do with you?" he asks, haughtily. "Who is he, that he should so speak to you?" "No; only twelve months,"—hastily; "say no more now: my mind is quite made up." "I wonder what kind of songs you like best," says Mona, dreamily, letting her fingers run noiselessly over the keys of the Collard. "If you are like me, you like sad ones.".
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