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She winds her arms, around him, seeing he is still determined to go, and, throwing back her head, looks into his face. Mona takes no notice of his words, but still stands by the table, with her hands folded, her long white robes clinging to her, her eyes lowered, her whole demeanor like that of some mediæval saint. So thinks Rodney, who is gazing at her as though he would forever imprint upon his brain the remembrance of a vision as pure as it is perfect. That is the part you mean, is it not? I know all that poem very nearly by heart.".
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