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"No; not a petty squire," says Mona; "and I think you do know him. And why should I be ashamed to tell my name to any one?" In the night, together, in sleep, without pain, their shadows had departed to the Sandhills. "You are not perhaps aware of it, but your tone is insulting," he begins, huskily. "Were you a man I could give you an answer, now, here; but as it is I am of course tied hand and foot. You can say to me what you please. And I shall bear it. Think as badly of me as you will. I am a schemer, a swindler, what you will!".
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