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When you do dance, I wish you "But suppose she doesn't say a word about the drive?" says Mona, thoughtfully. "How will it be then?" It is the first time since their marriage that she and Geoffrey have been parted, and it seems to her a hard thing that such partings should be. A sense of desolation creeps over her,—a sense of loneliness she has never known before..
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