"Mona, it is not—it cannot be—but is it?" asks he incoherently.,
"Well, really, do you know, I think she did!" says Mona, so demurely that they all smile again.,
An old man, rugged but kindly-featured, rises on his entrance, and gazes at him expectantly. Mona, going up to him, rests her hand upon his arm, and, indicating Geoffrey by a gesture, says, in a low tone,—.
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