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"Where are you now, Mona?" asks Geoffrey, suddenly, laying his hand with a loving pressure on her shoulder. "In Afghanistan or Timbuctoo? Far from us, at least." There is a little vague reproach and uneasiness in his tone. Her eyes fall upon the hearthrug. Half under the fender a small piece of crumpled paper attracts her notice. Still talking, she stoops mechanically and picks it up, smooths it, and opens it. "Well, belief, however strong, goes a short way sometimes. An uncommon short way with us.".
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She says this, however, as though it is her one desire he may know regret, and feel a difference that be overwhelming. "It won't be her fault; but of course her people will object, which amounts to the same thing. She can't go against her people, you know." "That was very nasty of me," confesses Mona. "Yet," with a sigh, "perhaps I was right." Geoffrey, springing down from the dog-cart that has been sent to the station to meet him, brushes the frost from his hair, and stamps his feet upon the stone steps..
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